Mistress of herself as Bertha was, she succeeded in concealing the unspeakable satisfaction with which she was filled. All her wishes were accomplished, and yet she was able to veil her delight under an apparent sadness. "Of what good is this?" said she, with a sigh. She said this, but half an hour afterward, when she was alone with Hector, she gave herself up to the extravagance of her delight. "Nothing more to fear," exclaimed she. "Nothing! Now we shall have liberty, fortune, love, pleasure, life! Why, Hector, we shall have at least three millions; you see, I've got this will myself, and I shall keep it. No more agents or notaries shall be admitted into this house henceforth. Now I must hasten!" The count certainly felt a satisfaction in knowing her to be rich, for he could much more easily get rid of a millionnaire widow than of a poor penniless woman. Sauvresy's conduct thus calmed many sharp anxieties. Her restless gayety, however, her confident security, seemed monstrous to Hector. He would have wished for more solemnity in the execution of the crime; he thought that he ought at least to calm Bertha's delirium. "You will think more than once of Sauvresy," said he, in a graver tone. She answered with a "prrr," and added vivaciously: "Of him? when and why? Oh, his memory will not weigh on me very heavily. I trust that we shall be able to live still at Valfeuillu, for the place pleases me; but we must also have a house at Paris--or we will buy yours back again. What happiness, Hector!" The mere prospect of this anticipated felicity so shocked Hector, that his better self for the moment got the mastery; he essayed to move Bertha. "For the last time," said he, "I implore you to renounce this terrible, dangerous project. You see that you were mistaken--that Sauvresy suspects nothing, but loves you as well as ever." The expression of Bertha's face suddenly changed; she sat quite still, in a pensive revery. "Don't let's talk any more of that," said she, at last. "Perhaps I was mistaken. Perhaps he only had doubts--perhaps, although he has discovered something, he hopes to win me back by his goodness. But you see--" She stopped. Doubtless she did not wish to alarm him. He was already much alarmed. The next day he went off to Melun without a word; being unable to bear the sight of this agony, and fearing to betray himself. But he left his address, and when she sent word that Sauvresy was always crying out for him, he hastily returned. Her letter was most imprudent and absurd, and made his hair stand on end. He had intended, on his arrival, to reproach her; but it was she who upbraided him. "Why this flight?" "I could not stay here--I suffered, trembled, felt as if I were dying." "What a coward you are!" He would have replied, but she put her finger on his mouth, and pointed with her other hand to the door of the next room.