M. de La Mole was released. More dead than alive, Julien went to wait in the library. What became of him finding there Mademoiselle de La Mole?

On seeing him appear, she assumed an air of wickedness which it was impossible to mistake.

Carried away by his misfortune, misled by surprise, Julien was weak enough to tell him of your most tender and came from the soul:

-So you no longer love me?

-I hate having surrendered myself to the first comer, said Matilda, weeping with rage against itself.

In first-come! cried Julian, and he rushed on an old medieval sword, which was preserved in the library as a curiosity.

His pain, he believed extreme when he had spoken to Mademoiselle de La Mole had been increased a hundredfold with tears of shame that he saw spread. It would have been the happiest of men of power to kill.