She succeeded in mastering her grief at last, and seemed, after this explosion, to recover all her firmness.

“Monsieur,” she said, rising and withdrawing her hand, “have no fears about my reputation.  The world is accustomed to my follies.  However, I have taken care that the present one shall not be noticed.  Besides, I would not care if it was.  You are the only man whose esteem I have ever desired, and, unfortunately the only one also whose contempt I have incurred—­that is most cruel!—­and yet something must tell you that I do not deserve it.”

“Madam!”

“Listen to me! and may God convince you.  This is a solemn hour in my existence.  Since the first glance you ever cast upon me, sir—­on that day when I went up to you while you were sketching the old church—­since that first glance, I belonged to you.  I have never loved, I shall never love any man but you.  Will you take me for your wife?  I am worthy of it—­I swear it to you in the presence of that Heaven which is looking down upon us!”

“Dear madam—­dear child—­your kindness, your affection move me to the depths of my soul; in mercy, be more calm; let me retain a gleam of reason!”

“Ah! if your heart speaks, listen to it, sir!  It is not with reason that I can be judged!  Alas!  I feel it! you still doubt me, you still doubt my past life.  Oh, Heavens! that opinion of the world which I have always scorned, how it is killing me now!”

“No, madam, you are mistaken; but what could I offer you in exchange for all you wish to sacrifice for my sake—­for the habits, the tastes, the pleasures of your whole life?”

“But that life inspires me with horror!  You think that I would regret it?  You think that some day I may again become the woman I have been, the madcap you have known?—­you think so!  And how can I help your believing it?  And yet I know very well that I would never cause you that sorrow, nor any other—­never!  I have discovered in your eyes a new world I did not know—­a more dignified, more lofty world, of which I had never conceived the idea—­and outside of which I can no longer live.  Ah! you must certainly feel that I am telling you the truth!”

“Yes, madam, you are telling me the truth—­the truth of the hour—­of a moment of fever and excitement; but this new world, which appears dimly to you now—­this ideal world in which you desire to seek an eternal refuge against mere transient evils—­would never keep all it seems to promise.  Disappointment, regret, misery await you within it—­and do not await you alone.  I know not if there be a man gifted with a sufficiently noble mind, with a sufficiently lofty soul to make you love the new existence of which you are dreaming to preserve in the reality the almost divine character which your imagination imparts to it; but I do know that such a task, sweet as it might be, is beyond my strength; I would be insane, I would be a wretch, if I were to accept it.”