It was not until late the next morning that Camors regretted his outbreak of sincerity; for, during the remainder of the night, still filled with his excitement, agitated and shaken by the passage of the god, sunk into a confused and feverish reverie, he was incapable of reflection. But when, on awakening, he surveyed the situation calmly and by the plain light of day, and thought over the preceding evening and its events, he could not fail to recognize the fact that he had been cruelly duped by his own nervous system. To love Madame de Tecle was perfectly proper, and he loved her still--for she was a person to be loved and desired-- but to elevate that love or any other as the master of his life, instead of its plaything, was one of those weaknesses interdicted by his system more than any other. In fact, he felt that he had spoken and acted like a school-boy on a holiday. He had uttered words, made promises, and taken engagements on himself which no one demanded of him. No conduct could have been more ridiculous. Happily, nothing was lost. He had yet time to give his love that subordinate place which this sort of fantasy should occupy in the life of man. He had been imprudent; but this very imprudence might finally prove of service to him. All that remained of this scene was a declaration--gracefully made, spontaneous, natural-- which subjected Madame de Tecle to the double charm of a mystic idolatry which pleased her sex, and to a manly ardor which could not displease her. He had, therefore, nothing to regret--although he certainly would have preferred, from the point of view of his principles, to have displayed a somewhat less childish weakness. But what course should he now adopt? Nothing could be more simple. He would go to Madame de Tecle--implore her forgiveness--throw himself again at her feet, promising eternal respect, and succeed. Consequently, about ten o'clock, M. de Camors wrote the following note: "MADAME "I can not leave without bidding you adieu, and once more demanding your forgiveness. "Will you permit me? "CAMORS." This letter he was about despatching, when he received one containing the following words: "I shall be happy, Monsieur, if you will call upon me to-day, about four o'clock. "ELISE DE TECLE." Upon which M. de Camors threw his own note in the fire, as entirely superfluous.