"There are tears in your eyes," said Latour.
"Are there?" asked Barrington, simply. "Well, why not?"
Latour turned away quickly. "I will think whether you can see her again," he said. "It may be difficult. You are weak, I will tell them to bring you food. You have seen Citizen Mercier, he is looking after you here. If you are to see mademoiselle, he will tell you. You must do as he suggests. She shall decide; I promise that."
He went toward the door, then came back again.
"If you see her will you speak of me?" he asked.
"We can hardly help doing so."
"She would believe you if you told her something of my love, of what I have done."
"I will set life and death before her, Latour, and leave her free to choose."
Latour moved again to the door and again came back.
"Men who love as we do must be enemies, still the enmity may be free from malice. Other conditions might well have made us friends. Will you grasp hands once more, Barrington?"