“Are you serious, Leonore?” he asked sorrowfully.  “You would leave me, your father?  You wish to abandon the task which we imposed upon ourselves?  For you know that we had set ourselves the purpose of becoming rich in order to trample under our feet those who scorned and ill-treated us when we were poor.  But there is still much to be done ere we attain our goal.  It is true that I am well paid; for I am always paid for my life, which is risked in every one of my enterprises.  You, too, are well paid; for a magnificently furnished home with a monthly income of six thousand francs is a liberal compensation.  But my proud, aristocratic Leonore knows little about economy, and she has arranged her housekeeping on so regal a scale that I shall scarcely succeed in putting a trifle aside for her every month.  Besides, consider that the engagement is liable to be cancelled at any moment, and that the least error, the most trivial suspicion of your trustworthiness will suffice to hurl you back into oblivion.  No, Leonore, I must not enter into your ecstasy, and I will not.  You must remain with me; you must fulfill the vow you made and, holding my hand, pursue the path into which despair and contempt for mankind has led us.”

“And if I will not?” she asked, sitting erect, and, for the first time during this whole conversation, permitting the passionate agitation of her soul to be mirrored in her face.  “If I will not?  If I have resolved to fly from this life of shameful splendor, gilded falsehood, whitewashed crime?”

“Then I shall hold you in it by force,” he cried, grasping her arm violently.  “And do you know how?  I will inform the man you love who you are, and, believe me, he will turn from you with contempt and loathing; he will not follow you into the paradise of solitude into which you would fain escape with him.  Listen, Leonore, and weigh my words.  We have gone too far for return ever to be possible, therefore we must press forward, steadily forward!  Whoever has once sold himself to the devil can never hope to transform himself once more into an angel.  Therefore he must be on his guard against nothing so rigidly as repentance, moods of virtuous atonement!  You are now suffering from such a mood; it is my duty to cure you of it, and I know the medicine which can heal.  So listen.  If you do not swear, solemnly, swear, to continue, without wavering or delay, to play the part which you perform with so much talent and success, I will await Baron Kolbielsky here and tell him who you are.”

“You will not do that,” she shrieked, throwing herself from the divan upon her knees; “no, father, you will not.  You will have pity on me, for I will confess it to you:  I love him.  He is my first, my only love, and for his sake, oh! solely for his sake, I would fain again be good, pure, virtuous.  So have pity on me, do not betray me.”

“Will you swear to remain Madame de Simonie?  To make no change in your present mode of life?  To fulfill the duties which you have undertaken, and pursue your task with zeal and cleverness?”