"So this is what you were aiming at--a rupture! And you dare to accuse me of spying, to try to put me in the wrong! to accuse me, when my conduct was simply the consequence of your own! Oh! don't think to deceive me again. Some other motive is behind your action. You have formed other plans." "That does not concern you, monsieur! I believe that I am entirely free! I trust that you will spare me your reproaches. Well-bred people simply part--they don't quarrel over it." "Never fear, madame; I shall not forget that you are a woman. But to play this trick upon me again--ah! it is shameful! Fanny, is it true? did I hear aright? Only two days ago, you were forming plans with me for our life to come, your hand pressed mine, you asked me if I would always love you." "Justine, bring me some wood; the fire's going out." The tone in which the young woman summoned her maid, having apparently paid no heed to Gustave, capped the climax of his exasperation; he strode up and down the room two or three times, then went to Fanny as if to give full vent to his wrath; but he checked himself, and, having bestowed upon her a glance in which were concentrated all his outraged feelings, he abruptly left the room without looking back. For several hours thereafter, Gustave was like a madman; he was so unprepared for the blow, that he could hardly believe in its reality. He returned home and locked himself in his room; he dreaded to meet his uncle and hear him say: "I prophesied what has happened." He preferred to be alone, so that he could abandon himself to his grief; and for some time he could not keep from weeping over his lost happiness, although he told himself that Fanny did not deserve the tears she caused him to shed. Then he cudgelled his brain to divine what could have caused this sudden change in her ideas. He determined to leave Paris again, to go away without a word to anyone; but the next day he went to see Adolphine, to tell her of his new unhappiness. Fanny's sister seemed to be expecting his visit; she held out her hand as soon as he appeared, saying: "Poor Gustave! I know all! My sister has disappointed you again! It is horribly hard!" "What! you know already that she refuses to marry me! Who can have told you?" "Why, she herself; she came here yesterday to tell us that, as soon as her mourning is at an end, she is going to marry----" "She is going to marry, you say?" "Why, didn't you know it?" "Finish, in God's name! She is going to marry----" "The Comte de la Beriniere." Gustave dropped upon a chair, repeating between his teeth: "The Comte de la Beriniere!" But there was more surprise than anger in his tone; for, on learning that it was a man of sixty to whom Fanny gave the preference, he realized that it was no newborn passion that had caused the change in her heart.