“ Perhaps she’ll think I’m giving it up from avarice. Ah, well! so much the worse; it must be stopped!”
“ The world is cruel, Emma. Wherever we might have gone, it would have persecuted us. You would have had to put up with indiscreet questions, calumny, contempt, insult perhaps. Insult to you! Oh! And I, who would place you on a throne! I who bear with me your memory as a talisman! For I am going to punish myself by exile for all the ill I have done you. I am going away. Whither I know not. I am mad. Adieu! Be good always. Preserve the memory of the unfortunate who has lost you. Teach my name to your child; let her repeat it in her prayers.”
The wicks of the candles flickered. Rodolphe got up to, shut the window, and when he had sat down again—
“ I think it’s all right. Ah! and this
