He spent the day thinking about them. While lying on his bed, darkness simplified the tangle of thoughts and doubts that stirred in his brain. He saw it all with a cold crisp and sharp. “You’ve been!”

He jumped out of bed and turned on light, walking furiously through her bedroom.

– It has been! …

He repeated the same words with an obsession cruel: he repented of his generosity, as if it were a crime. “Why did not kill him?” Then returned to his statement with a plaintive tone, considering what he had irreparable been. And for a long time, in the gloom that pervaded the room again, rang the curses of the prince, alternating with roars of pride and anguish of tears.

The next day continued his conviction. Childish grace in the morning, that instills optimism, was moved for him. How to know the history of this event suspected and feared, but never came to be believed? …

A desperate curiosity made him spend the whole day in Monte-Carlo. Martinez met again. The officer continued, turning his eyes to not see him, but surprised the prince thought in his eyes an expression of pity fugitive generous pity towards a wretched rival and harmless. He also wore flowers: indeed different from the previous day.

Lubimoff mentally repeated their cries of the night: “Yes, it has been.” Impossible to doubt. But he came to kill him, and repent of his generosity. All useless! Just thought with envy at the people below, where they feel with simple impulsive passions, without the encumbrance of honor and his word, and in men jumping over laws and customs, and when they want to kill, kill.