LXXI.
THE BREACH.
"Who art thou, who knockest so loudly. Art thou Great Love, to whom all must yield, for whom heroes sacrificed (more than life) their very heart … Ah, if thou art he, let the door be opened wide."
MICHELET (L'Amour).
She saw at once that he was all in a fever.
—What has happened? she said. You have seen my father?
—Nothing has happened, Mademoiselle; as to your father, I saw him this morning getting into a carriage: I believe that he is well.
—But what is it then? what is it? do not hide anything from me.
—I am hiding nothing from you, Mademoiselle, nothing grievous has happened. Be comforted. I was passing by in my walk, I saw the light, I observed you, your window was partly open. I stopped and said to myself: Perhaps I can make a sign to Mademoiselle Durand that I am going away.
—Oh, Heavens, I am trembling all over…. What! you are going away? And where? And when?