, if Mussidan should ever learn what has occurred!
There, do go away. You have upset me so that I do not believe I shall
eat a mouthful for the next two days."

Andre staggered out of the room. It seemed to him as if the flooring
heaved and rolled beneath his feet. He could see nothing, but he felt
some one take him by the hand. It was Sabine, pallid and cold as a
marble statue.

"I have heard everything, Andre," murmured she.

"Yes," stammered he. "All is over, and I am dismissed."

"Where are you going to?"

"Heaven only knows, and when once I leave this place I care not."

"Do not be desperate," urged Sabine, laying her hand upon his arm.

His fixed glance terrified her as he muttered,--

"I cannot help it; I am driven to despair."

Never had Sabine appeared so lovely; her eyes gleamed with some generous
impulse, and her face glowed.

"Suppose," said she, "I could give you a ray of future hope, what would
you do then?"

"What would I _not_ do then? All that a man could. I would fight my way
through all opposition. Give me the hardest task, and I will fulfil it.
If money is wanted, I will gain it; if a name, I will win it."

"There is one thing that you have forgotten, and that is patience."

"And that, Mademoiselle, I possess also. Do you not understand that with
one word of hope from you I can live on?"

Sabine raised her head heavenwards. "Work!" she exclaimed. "Work and
hope, for I swear that I will never wed other than you."

Here the voice of the old lady interrupted the lovers.

"Still lingering here!" she cried, in a voice like a trumpet call. Andre
fled away with hope in his heart, and felt that he had now something
to live for. No one knew exactly what happened after his departure. No
doubt Sabine brought round her aunt to her way of thinking, for at her
death, which happened two months afterward, she left the whole of her
immense fortune directly to her niece, giving her the income while
she remained single, and the capital on her marriage, whether with or
without the consent of her parents. Madame de Mussidan declared that
the old lady had gone crazy, but both Andre and Sabine knew what she had
intended, and sincerely mourned for the excellent woman, whose last act
had been to smooth away the difficulties from their path. Andre worked
harder than ever, and Sabine encouraged him by fresh promises. Sabine
was even more free in Paris than at Mussidan, and her attached maid,
Modeste, would h