"I fear so too," added William in English to the invalid. "It would be better for me not to hear this, than for you to put yourself into this state."
She grew calmer, and the sister quitted them. William resumed his seat as before; there appeared to be no help for it, and she continued her tale.
"I not agitate myself again," she said. "I not tell you all the details, or what I suffered: à quoi bon? Pain at morning, pain at midday, pain at night; I think my heart turned dark, and it has never been right again——"
"Hush, mademoiselle! The sister will hear you."
"What matter? She not speak English."
"I really cannot, for your sake, remain here, if you put yourself into this state," he rejoined.
"You must remain; you must listen! You have promised to do it," she answered.
"I will, if you will be calm."
"I'll be calm," she rejoined, the check having driven back the rising passion. "The worst is told. Or rather, I do not tell you the worst—that mauvais Herbert! Do you wonder that my spirit was turned to revenge?"
Perceiving somewhat of her fierce and fiery nature, William did not wonder at it. "I do not know what I am to understand yet?" he whispered. "Did you—kill—Anthony?"