"When I recognized that man, I guessed that I had fallen into a trap; I tried to go away, but he held me and began to talk to me of his love; he laughed when I reproached him with his treachery, and dared to tell me that I had no choice, because we were in his rooms and no one would come to my help. Ah! if you knew, monsieur, what strength despair and indignation gave me then; I began to shriek. Monsieur Jericourt tried to kiss me, but I clawed his face so that he had no inclination to try again! He was furious with rage, but he let me go, and as you can imagine, monsieur, I left the room instantly. But it seems that there was somebody on his landing when I went out: that little squint-eyed young man, who lives in the same house, saw me come out all excited and upset. It is quite possible that I was; but I was so happy to escape, so terrified by the risk I had run, that I saw nobody; I was no longer in that man's power, that was my only thought; and I am sure that I went downstairs very quickly.--That is the whole truth; that is how I happened to go to Monsieur Jericourt's, without a suspicion that that was where I was going; but that is exactly what took place there--I swear it to you, monsieur; and may the good Lord prevent me from ever leaving this bed if I have lied in any one detail!" Roncherolle gazed attentively at the young girl while she was speaking, and for the first time in his life, perhaps, he felt deeply moved. He pressed Violette's hand, and said: "I believe you, my child, I believe you. In fact, there is nothing improbable in your story; it isn't the first time that a pretty girl has been lured into a trap in this way. It is very wrong, but still I could forgive this Jericourt, if, having failed in his attempt, he had admitted his defeat; but when you were virtuous, when you resisted his attack, to go about proclaiming that he had triumphed over you, that you had yielded to him--why that is going too far, deuce take it! Men ruin enough women who are willing to be ruined; they should not ruin those who object!" "Oh! how glad I am that you believe me, monsieur!" "But do you mean to say that when you told all this to your sweetheart, he refused to believe you?" "He has never given me a chance to justify myself; he ran away from me without deigning to listen to me." "Be calm, and get well; before long, he will do you justice, and will himself ask your pardon for having suspected you." "Do you think so, monsieur?" "I am sure of it." "You make me very happy, monsieur." "I no longer believed myself capable of making a young girl happy, and I am exceedingly proud. I am very glad that you have told me this whole story, my little neighbor; and on your side, I hope that you will not regret it." "How kind you are to take an interest in me, monsieur." "Now we have talked enough and I must leave you; rest, sleep, and everything will go well; but above all, no more flowers in your bedroom!"