“Come, no temper! you cannot love your husband any longer, for he abandons you, forgets you, ruins you, consorts with prostitutes and haunts gambling houses. He is now almost as much of a rake as of a gambler, and that is not saying little; he will bring you to the gutter!--But I will give you riches; nothing will cost too much that will gratify your desires. Open your eyes! and see if I am not the equal of your imbecile Edouard! You are silent? Good,--I see that you realize the justice of my words.--Let us make peace.” Dufresne walked toward Adeline; she uttered a piercing shriek. “What! still the same harsh treatment? Oh! I will not make this journey for nothing; I must have a kiss.” “Monster! I would rather die!” “Oh, no! one doesn’t die for so small a matter.” In vain did the unhappy woman try to flee, the villain held her fast; he was about to sully with his impure breath the lips of beauty, when a loud noise was heard, and in another instant Jacques entered the salon, followed by Sans-Souci. Dufresne had not had time to leave the room; the struggle that Adeline had sustained had exhausted her strength; she could only falter these words: “Deliver me, save me from this monster!” then she fell unconscious to the floor. Jacques ran to Adeline, shaking his fist at Dufresne. The latter tried to go out, but Sans-Souci barred his passage, crying: “One moment, comrade; you have failed in respect to this young lady, and you don’t get off like this.” “You are wrong,” replied Dufresne, doing his utmost to conceal the perturbation which had seized him at sight of Jacques. “This lady is subject to attacks of hysteria; I hurried here in response to her cries; I came to help her. Let me go for her servants.” Sans-Souci was hesitating, he did not know what to think; but Jacques, struck by Dufresne’s voice, had turned and was examining him carefully; he soon recognized him and shouted to Sans-Souci: “Stop that villain; don’t let him escape; it is Bréville,--that scoundrel who robbed me at Brussels! Ten thousand cartridges! he has got to pay me for that!” “Aha! my comrade,” said Sans-Souci, “you didn’t expect to be recognized! It is disagreeable, I agree; but you have got to dance. Forward!”