The violence of Dervilly alarmed her; she drew her hand from his, and looking him steadily in the face, inquired: "'What has prompted Monsieur to this sudden show of feeling?' "'Do you ask what?' exclaimed Dervilly; 'it is _you_. Are you not answered? How can I resist what is inevitable? how curb myself when _all_ hold is lost? Are you then so cruel? _Dieu merci!_ be not so deadly calm--it means the worst for me--be angry, vexed, any thing, but look not on me with that glazed look--it maddens me.' "'Monsieur Dervilly,' said Emilie, without change of tone or manner, 'what you have said, if it means any thing, means every thing; it means all a maiden longs to hear from lips that are beloved. To respond, I must be assured how far your judgment will confirm what now seems to be a mere passionate ebullition. Excuse me,' she continued, as Dervilly made an impatient gesture; 'I have heard and read of similar protestations which had little true significance.' "'I accept any conditions,' interrupted the young man, 'and will bless you from the depths of my soul for naming any, even the hardest; yes, the hardest--I care not what, so that they are from you.' The girl regarded Dervilly as if she would search his very nature. 'You are silent--speak; I can no longer contain myself,' exclaimed he, wildly. "'Monsieur,' once more observed Mademoiselle de Coigny, 'you know not to whom you address yourself; should I tell you, you would retract all those strong words, and hasten to escape in the least humiliating way possible.' "'Never. Heaven is my witness, never! I care not who you are; I will never seek to know; when you choose, you shall inform me. You need never tell me. I say, I care not, so that you are mine.' "'And you will be _mine_ for ever?' said the girl, slowly. "'For ever.' "'I am yours--yours,' and Emilie de Coigny sunk into the arms of her lover. "In one instant the fortunes of Dervilly were changed--from despair he was raised to a condition of delicious joy. His raptures were so unnatural, that I cautioned him against such violent indulgence of them. But he was too excited to listen to me. Indeed, I feared he would lose his reason. It seemed as if more than ordinary passion had possession of him, and that it was inspired by something unearthly; and, without ever having seen the girl, I began to attribute to her a supernatural influence. Besides, Dervilly confessed he knew as little of his affianced as before, and that occasionally the same icy look would be turned on him, as it were quite inadvertently, and hold him spell-bound with horror, while it still served to increase his frenzy beyond all bounds. Then, her endearing smiles, her truthful and confiding love, her absolute reliance, her entire dependence, on Dervilly, made him so frantic with happiness, that he lost all capacity to reason.