“Well, why do you stop?” she asked in a hollow voice. “I will be all to you that I have been to him.—Oh, I would have given him my life-blood!”
“You loved him then?”
“Like a child of my own!”
“Well, then,” said Madame Marneffe, with a breath of relief, “if you only love him in that way, you will be very happy—for you wish him to be happy?”
Lisbeth replied by a nod as hasty as a madwoman’s.
“He is to marry your Cousin Hortense in a month’s time.”
“Hortense!” shrieked the old maid, striking her forehead, and starting to her feet.
“Well, but then you were really in love with this young man?” asked Valerie.
“My dear, we are bound for life and death, you and I,” said Mademoiselle Fischer. “Yes, if you have any love affairs, to me they are sacred. Your vices will be virtues in my eyes.—For I shall need your vices!”
“Then did you live with him?” asked Valerie.