“Do you suppose, my dear friend, that you can despise a woman like me with impunity? I came here for your sake and for my own,” she continued, after a pause, laying her hand on the hilt of rubies in her bosom and showing him the blade of her dagger. “What does all that mean?” thought Madame du Gua. “But,” she continued, “you still love me; at any rate, you desire me, and the folly you have just committed,” she added, taking his hand, “proves it to me. I will again be that I desired to be; and I return to Fougeres happy. Love absolves everything. You love me; I have regained the respect of the man who represents to me the whole world, and I can die.” “Then you still love me?” said the marquis. “Have I said so?” she replied with a scornful look, delighting in the torture she was making him endure. “I have run many risks to come here. I have saved Monsieur de Bauvan’s life, and he, more grateful than others, offers me in return his fortune and his name. You have never even thought of doing that.” The marquis, bewildered by these words, stifled the worst anger he had ever felt, supposing that the count had played him false. He made no answer. “Ah! you reflect,” she said, bitterly. “Mademoiselle,” replied the young man, “your doubts justify mine.” “Let us leave this room,” said Mademoiselle de Verneuil, catching sight of a corner of Madame du Gua’s gown, and rising. But the wish to reduce her rival to despair was too strong, and she made no further motion to go. “Do you mean to drive me to hell?” cried the marquis, seizing her hand and pressing it violently. “Did you not drive me to hell five days ago? are you not leaving me at this very moment uncertain whether your love is sincere or not?” “But how do I know whether your revenge may not lead you to obtain my life to tarnish it, instead of killing me?” “Ah! you do not love me! you think of yourself and not of me!” she said angrily, shedding a few tears. The coquettish creature well knew the power of her eyes when moistened by tears. “Well, then,” he cried, beside himself, “take my life, but dry those tears.”