She threw herself on his breast.
“I knew that you would forgive me.”
CHAPTER XXXII. THE FATAL LIGHT
It was not without emotion that the next day Saniel saw the afternoon slip away, and although he worked to employ his time, he interrupted himself at each instant to look at the clock.
Sometimes he found the time passing quickly, and then all at once it seemed to stand still.
This agitation exasperated him, for calmness had never been more necessary than at this moment. A danger was before him, and it was only in being master of himself that he could be saved. He must have the coolness of a surgeon during an operation, the glance of a general in a battle; and the coolness and the glance were not found among the nervous and agitated.
Could he escape from this danger?
This was the question that he asked himself unceasingly, although he knew the uselessness of it. What good was it to study the chances for or against him?
Either he had succeeded in rendering himself unrecognizable or he had not; but it was done, and now he could do nothing more. He did the best he could in choosing an hour when the dim evening light put the chances on his side; for the rest he must trust to Fortune.