"Admitting I had become, as you did me the honor to suppose, a diabolical person, do you think you had nothing to do with it? Tell me! Do you not believe that there is in the life of a woman a decisive hour, when the evil seed which is cast upon her soul may produce a terrible harvest? Do you not believe this? Answer me! And should I not be excusable if I entertained toward you the sentiment of an exterminating angel; and have I not some merit in being what I am--a good woman, who loves you well-- with a little rancor, but not much--and who wishes you all sorts of prosperity in this world and the next? Do not answer me: it might embarrass you, and it would be useless." She left her shelter, and turned her face toward the lowering sky to see whether the storm was over. "It has stopped raining," she said, "let us go." She then perceived that the lower part of the nave had been transformed into a lake of mud and water. She stopped at its brink, and uttered a little cry: "What shall I do?" she said, looking at her light shoes. Then, turning toward Camors, she added, laughing: "Monsieur, will you get me a boat?" Camors, himself, recoiled from stepping into the greasy mud and stagnant water which filled the whole space of the nave. "If you will wait a little," he said, "I shall find you some boots or sabots, no matter what." "It will be much easier," she said abruptly, "for you to carry me to the door;" and without waiting for the young man's reply, she tucked up her skirts carefully, and when she had finished, she said, "Carry me!" He looked at her with astonishment, and thought for a moment she was jesting; but soon saw she was perfectly serious. "Of what are you afraid?" she asked. "I am not at all afraid," he answered. "Is it that you are not strong enough?" "Mon Dieu! I should think I was." He took her in his arms, as in a cradle, while she held up her skirts with both hands. He then descended the steps and moved toward the door with his strange burden. He was obliged to be very careful not to slip on the wet earth, and this absorbed him during the first few steps; but when he found his footing more sure, he felt a natural curiosity to observe the countenance of the Marquise. The uncovered head of the young woman rested a little on the arm with which he held her. Her lips were slightly parted with a half-wicked smile that showed her fine white teeth; the same expression of ungovernable malice burned in her dark eyes, which she riveted for some seconds on those of Camors with persistent penetration--then suddenly veiled them under the fringe of her dark lashes. This glance sent a thrill like lightning to his very marrow. "Do you wish to drive me mad?" he murmured. "Who knows?" she replied. The same moment she disengaged herself from his arms, and placing her foot on the ground again, left the ruin.