Dubourg was confused and embarrassed; he did not know what he ought to say, and Sister Anne still held his arm, while her eyes implored him to speak. "What! you know her?" said Constance, in surprise; "but what does she want of you now? can't you guess what it is that she seems to want to know?" "Oh! I beg your pardon--I begin to understand. I knew this poor girl's lover, and she is trying to ask me about him." "Well, answer her, then, at once; see! her eyes are full of tears." "Faith! I have nothing pleasant to tell her; her seducer has gone abroad, and, in all probability, she will never see him again.--I don't know what has become of him," he said to Sister Anne; "I have never seen him since, any more than you. And so, my dear child, you must try to forget him." Sister Anne, who had listened with the closest attention to every word that fell from Dubourg's lips, dropped her head on her breast when he had finished; then she went and sat down under a tree, and gave free vent to her grief and her tears. "Poor woman!" said Constance; "alas! she still loves the man who deserted her. Who could have abused her innocence so heartlessly?" "He was a young painter, madame; he was travelling at the time--for his instruction. While in search of fine views, he fell in with Sister Anne--for that is her name. She is, I believe, the child of peasants; but I can't say so with certainty, for I do not know her family; however, my friend saw her and fell in love with her. These painters have flighty imaginations--and a child was the result. That's all that I know; I never saw this girl but once, when I was riding with my friend." "In my eyes, he is very blameworthy. You men treat such affairs very lightly. To seduce a woman, and then abandon her, is, in your eyes, a mere youthful escapade, of which, indeed, you often boast!" "Oh! madame, I can flatter myself that I never seduced anybody." "I am speaking generally; but I am very certain that my Frédéric never did as so many thoughtless, heedless young men do! He is too sensitive, too loving, to try to deceive a young and inexperienced heart. See what horrible results such reckless conduct may have! This poor child, finding that she was enceinte, must have left her parents and fled from her native place. Without money, and bereft of that organ which is so necessary in the world, she travelled through city and country at random, and exposed to all the horrors of want. The unhappy creature! how she must have suffered! Oh! if you had seen her when I took her in, she would have made your heart ache. But she has found a friend now; I will not desert her, and, if I cannot make her altogether happy, she will not, at all events, have to dread want while she is with me." Dubourg made no reply; the sight of Sister Anne gave him too much to think about.