"So," he exclaimed, after a moment, "that woman is always guided by selfish considerations! it is a fortune, a title, which she prefers to me! For this man is rich, I suppose?" "Yes, very rich! And as Fanny doesn't propose to be left in poverty if she should be widowed again, it seems that the count settles twenty thousand francs a year on her when he marries her. But do not believe, my friend, that we approve her conduct: when she told us of her latest plan, father told her that the way in which she was treating you was utterly disgraceful, and that he never wanted to see her again, countess or no countess." "And what did she reply?" "She said that she could not imagine how we could blame her, and she went away repeating that we cared nothing for her happiness. It seems that the count had courted her before, and declared that he deeply regretted her marriage to Auguste. That is why, when she saw him again----" "Enough, my dear Adolphine; I don't care to know anything more. I was mistaken in thinking that she loved me. As if anyone would ever love me! No; there are some people who were born to love alone, never to meet a heart that understands them." "Why do you say that to me, Gustave?" "Well, what does it matter, after all? a man cannot change his destiny. Adieu, Adolphine!" "Are you going away, Gustave? Where are you going?" "Oh! I don't know, but I feel that I must leave Paris again. I cannot be here when she marries the count. I am a fool, I know it perfectly well; your sister deserves no regret; but one does not lose all one's illusions without suffering. Adieu! give my respects to your father." "But you won't stay away so long this time, will you? and when you return, you will be able to come to see me without fear; you won't meet her here again." "Yes, you will see me. Adieu!" Gustave took leave of Adolphine, whose eyes were full of tears as she looked after him; but he did not understand their language. He went to his uncle, told him what had happened, and expressed a desire to go to England and stay there for some time. Monsieur Grandcourt said simply: "That woman will end by sending you round the world. But let us hope that this will be your last trip. Go to England, go where you please--but don't return unless you are cured of your idiotic passion." Gustave soon completed his preparations for departure; he had but a few hours to remain in Paris, when he met Cherami. "Where are we going so fast?" cried Beau Arthur, taking Gustave's hand. "What has happened? Our countenance is not so cheerful and happy as it was the last time? Can it be that anything has happened to interrupt the course of our loves?"