"Good heavens!" I exclaimed, "what is it, then?"
And taking her on my knees like a child, I held her in my arms; but she soon recovered her energy.
"Listen, dear," she said in a firm voice, "you must forgive me for what I have just done: you must forgive me for having concealed my thoughts and my troubles from you, even at the risk of distressing you."
"I forgive you, everything," I answered immediately, "go on, tell me quickly."
"Well, then! For a whole week I have been deceiving you," she continued, "by telling you that I had no troubles, and that I did not know the cause of that sadness which I could not conceal from you. I was afraid of making you angry with my mother, by confessing to you that it was she who was tormenting me."
"Your mother!" I exclaimed: "and what had she to say to you, then?"
"You shall hear all," she said, with animation, "for I must justify myself for having kept a secret from you. I daresay you remember," she continued, "that a fortnight ago she spoke to me about your marriage, telling me that you were going to leave me."
"Yes, yes, I understand," I said. "What then?"
"My mother had made me promise to keep this revelation a secret, because it was necessary, so she said, that Count Kiusko should not suspect that we loved each other. She said that he had expressly attributed my refusal to become his wife to some hope which I doubtless entertained of marrying you."
"Well, go on; tell me what has occurred since."