She paused for a moment, as though unable to proceed, and then went on with more firmness, “Were I alone and solitary in the world, I might act differently; but I have a family, whose honor I must guard as I would my own.” “A family indeed, which sacrifices you to your elder brother.” “It may be so, and therefore my task is all the greater. Whoever heard of virtue as something easy to practise?” Norbert never remembered what an example of rebellion she had set. “My heart and my conscience dictate the same course to me. The result must ever be fatal, when a young girl sets at defiance the rules and laws of society; and you would never care to look with respect on one upon whom others gazed with the eye of contempt.” “What sort of an opinion have you of me, then?” “I believe you to be a man, Norbert. Let us suppose that I fly with you, and that the next day I should hear that my father has been killed in a duel fought on my account; what then? Believe me, that when I tell you to fly by yourself, I give you the best advice in my power. You will forget me, I know; but what else can I hope for?” “Forget you!” said Norbert angrily. “Can you forget me?” His face was so close to hers that she felt the hot breath upon her cheek. “Yes,” stammered she, with a violent effort, “I can.” Norbert drew a pace back, that he might read her meaning more fully in her eyes. “And if I go away,” asked he, “what will become of you?” A sob burst from the young girl’s breast, and her strength seemed to desert her limbs. “I,” answered she, in the calm, resigned voice of a Christian virgin about to be cast to the lions that roared in the arena, “I have my destiny. To-day is the last time that we shall ever meet. I shall return to my home, where everything will shortly be known. I shall find my father angry and menacing. He will place me in a carriage, and the next day I shall find myself within the walls of the hated convent.” “But that life would be one long, slow agony to you. You have told me this before.” “Yes,” answered she, “it would be an agony, but it would also be an expiation; and when the burden grows too heavy, I have this.” And as she spoke, she drew the little bottle from its hiding-place in her bosom, and Norbert too well understood her meaning. The young man endeavored to take it from her, but she resisted. This contest seemed to exhaust her little strength, her beautiful eyes closed, and she sank senseless into Norbert’s arms. In an agony of despair, the young man asked himself if she was dying; and yet there was sufficient life in her to enable her to whisper, soft and low, these words, “My only friend--let me have it back, dear Norbert.” And then, with perfect clearness, she repeated all the deadly properties of the drug, and the directions for its use that the Counsellor had given to her. On hearing the woman whom he loved with such intense passion confess that she would sooner die than live apart from him, Norbert’s brain reeled.