At last he said good-day,
resolved to risk everything at the first opportunity rather than not to
know the truth.
Scarcely had he closed the door when Hubert asked:
"What is the matter with you, my dear child? Are you ill?"
"No, indeed. It is simply that I am tired of having that young man here.
I do not wish to see him again."
Then Hubertine added: "Very well; you will not see him again. But
nothing should ever prevent one from being polite."
Angelique, making some trivial excuse, hurried up to her room as quickly
as possible. Then she gave free course to her tears. Ah, how intensely
happy she was, yet how she suffered! Her poor, dear beloved; he was sad
enough when he found he must leave her! But she must not forget that she
had made a vow to the saints, that although she loved him better than
life, he should never know it.
CHAPTER VIII
On the evening of this same day, immediately after leaving the
dinner-table, Angelique complained of not being at all well, and went
up at once to her room. The agitation and excitement of the morning, her
struggles against her true self, had quite exhausted her. She made haste
to go to bed, and covering her head with the sheet, with a desperate
feeling of disappearing for ever if she could, again the tears came to
her relief.
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