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Rh goddess of hearts. Hervart, I envied you once; now I am sorry for you. I despise you too. You had found love, ingenuous and absolute, you had found in a single being, the child, the mistress and the wife, you possessed the smile of innocence and the woman's desire—and you have left it all for Gratienne and her caresses! But no, no invectives; worthy civil servant, I thank you. Yes, but am I much better? My Gratienne is a marquise, to be sure, but I have one just the same. No, I have ceased to have a Gratienne. I shall be loyal. I will ﬂing my old burden into the sea, and at your feet, sad maiden, I shall kneel, heart free."

Nothing happened that evening. Rose preserved her silence, and her attitude towards Leonor was the same as at other times. But she had to make a painful effort to preserve her customary amiability. Leonor wondered, deliberated within himself whether he should speak. Might he not question her, with a distracted air, about the post-card of Martinvast? "He had thought it was with the other papers, but he couldn't ﬁnd it. Perhaps the wind carried it away."