"Show him in."
When the young officer of cuirassiers appeared, his air was embarrassed, his head was bent.
"You here, Monsieur?" Wilhelmine's voice and manner expressed indignation.
But Henri de Loubersac was no longer the arrogant unbeliever of the Saint-Sulpice interview.
"Excuse me!" he murmured.
"What do you want?" demanded Wilhelmine, her head held high.
"Your forgiveness," he said in a voice barely audible.
De Loubersac had come to his senses.
His intense jealousy had distorted his judgment.
Desperate after the Saint-Sulpice interview, when, so it had seemed to him, Wilhelmine had avoided a categorical denial of his accusation regarding her liaison with Captain Brocq, the frantic lover had flown to Juve and had poured out his soul to the sympathetic detective.