‘Well I knew he loved me he said,-but I am sure that I love him … Oh! yes … I also …

Suddenly, in one of the big door mirrors, saw reflected the two servants who were standing motionless beside the oak table in the lobby. Bettina took a few steps toward the living room … He heard merry laughter, and the waltz continued. Detiénese. He wants to be alone, completely alone, and turning to one of the servants:

-Go and tell the lady that I was tired, and have come to my room.

Annie, her maid, dozing in an armchair. Let him go because she wanted to undress. Sank down on the couch undergoing a delicious fatigue.

The bedroom door opens, it is Madam Scott.

– Are you sick, Bettina?

– Ah! Zuzi, are you, my Zuzi! What you have done well to come! Sit down here beside me, very close to me.

And he leaned as a child in the arms of her sister, stroking his head the fresh hot Zuzi shoulders, then suddenly began to mourn, with great sobs that choked.

-Bettina, dear Bettina, what do you have?

‘Nothing, nothing … the nerves … is joy.

– Is the joy?