"His departure for Italy," said the Prince; "he was ordered this morning, by the French government, to leave France within twenty-four hours."
"And why?" said Aminta.
"He is accused," said Maulear, "of being concerned in some conspiracy contrary to the safety of the country."
"Ah, my God!" said the young woman, "then he is exiled and expelled from the kingdom."
"Decidedly; and he is forbidden ever to return."
Aminta, as she heard these words, felt as if her heart would burst. The Prince saw her agitation.
"What is the matter my child?" said he. "Why are you so sad?"
"Nothing, nothing, but a nervous attack, to which I am used."
Maulear looked at the Marquise for a few moments, and then said: "My child, there is no true love without confidence. My love gives me sacred rights over you. Do not be afraid to confide in me. Let not even the memory of the departed restrain you. You are twenty years of age; and your life has not approached its end. I am now about to tell you what I have often intended to: your happiness is the main object of my life, and never forget that, whatever may be your name, I shall always look on you as a daughter!"
Aminta threw herself into the Prince's arms and hid there her tears of gratitude and her blushes. De Maulear took his beautiful daughter-in-law on his knee, as he would have taken a child, and then lifting up Aminta's head with exquisite kindness, said: "Does he love you?"