A hoarse cry escaped me, Irene clung convulsively to Raymond's arm, and precipitately left the church. Raymond, without understanding this sudden flight, yielded to it and rapidly descended the steps. The carriage was in waiting; they got into it; the coachman whipped up his horses and soon they were out of sight.
Irene, Louise, whatever may be your name or your mask, you shall not long remain Madame de Villiers; a speedy widowhood will enable you to begin your coquetries again. I regret to be compelled to strike you through another, for you merit death.
EDGAR BE MEILHAN.
XXXVI.
ROGER DE MONBERT
to
MONSIEUR LE COMTE DE VILLIERS,
Au Château de Villiers (Creuse).