I had no longer any object on which to vent my rage; now it could result only in Edmee’s flight or death?  Her death!  At the mere thought of it the blood ran cold in my veins, a weight fell on my heart, and I felt all the stings of remorse piercing it.  This night of agony was for me the clearest call of Providence.  At last I understood those laws of modesty and sacred liberty which my ignorance had hitherto outraged and blasphemed.  They astonished me more than ever; but I could see them; their sanction was their own existence.  Edmee’s strong, sincere soul appeared before me like the stone of Sinai on which the finger of God has traced the immutable truth.  Her virtue was not feigned; her knife was sharpened, ready to cut out the stain of my love.  I was so terrified at having been in danger of seeing her die in my arms; I was so horrified at the gross insult I had offered her while seeking to overcome her resistance, that I began to devise all manner of impossible plans for righting the wrongs I had done, and restoring her peace of mind.

The only one which seemed beyond my powers was to tear myself away from her; for while these feelings of esteem and respect were springing up in me, my love was changing its nature, so to speak, and growing vaster and taking possession of all my being.  Edmee appeared to me in a new light.  She was no longer the lovely girl whose presence stirred a tumult in my senses; she was a young man of my own age, beautiful as a seraph, proud, courageous, inflexible in honour, generous, capable of that sublime friendship which once bound together brothers in arms, but with no passionate love except for Deity, like the paladins of old, who, braving a thousand dangers, marched to the Holy Land under their golden armour.

From this hour I felt my love descending from the wild storms of the brain into the healthy regions of the heart.  Devotion seemed no longer an enigma to me.  I resolved that on the very next morning I would give proof of my submission and affection.  It was quite late when I returned to the chateau, tired out, dying of hunger, and exhausted by the emotions I had experienced.  I entered the pantry, found a piece of bread, and began eating it, all moist with my tears.  I was leaning against the stove in the dime light of a lamp that was almost out, when I suddenly saw Edmee enter.  She took a few cherries from a chest and slowly approached the stove, pale and deep in thought.  On seeing me she uttered a cry and let the cherries fall.

“Edmee,” I said, “I implore you never to be afraid of me again.  That is all I can say now; for I do not know how to explain myself; and yet I had resolved to say many things.”

“You must tell me them some other time, cousin,” she answered, trying to smile.

But she was unable to disguise the fear she felt at finding herself alone with me.

I did not try to detain her.  I felt deeply pained and humiliated at her distrust of me, and I knew I had no right to complain.  Yet never had any man stood in greater need of a word of encouragement.