thee；　it　was　thee　whom　I　loved　in　him。　　Surely　thou　dost　not　desire
  that　by　a　public　avowal　I　should　bring　shame　and　disgrace　on　these
  children　and　on　myself。〃
  She　rose　calm　and　strengthened：　it　seemed　as　if　a　heavenly
  inspiration　had　marked　out　her　duty。　　To　suffer　in　silence；　such　was
  the　course　she　adopted；a　life　of　sacrifice　and　self…denial　which
  she　offered　to　God　as　an　expiation　for　her　involuntary　sin。　　But　who
  can　understand　the　workings　of　the　human　heart？　　This　man　whom　she
  ought　to　have　loathed；　this　man　who　had　made　her　an　innocent　partner
  in　his　crime；　this　unmasked　impostor　whom　she　should　have　beheld　only
  with　disgust；　she…loved　him！　　The　force　of　habit；　the　ascendancy　he
  had　obtained　over　her；　the　love　he　had　shown　her；　a　thousand
  sympathies　felt　in　her　inmost　heart；　all　these　had　so　much　influence；
  that；　instead　of　accusing　and　cursing　him；　she　sought　to　excuse　him
  on　the　plea　of　a　passion　to　which；　doubtless；　he　had　yielded　when
  usurping　the　name　and　place　of　another。　　She　feared　punishment　for
  him　yet　more　than　disgrace　for　herself；　and　though　resolved　to　no
  longer　allow　him　the　rights　purchased　by　crime；　she　yet　trembled　at
  the　idea　of　losing　his　love。　　It　was　this　above　all　which　decided　her
  to　keep　eternal　silence　about　her　discovery；　one　single　word　which
  proved　that　his　imposture　was　known　would　raise　an　insurmountable
  barrier　between　them。
  To　conceal　her　trouble　entirely　was；　however；　beyond　her　power；　her
  eyes　frequently　showed　traces　of　her　secret　tears。　　Martin　several
  times　asked　the　cause　of　her　sorrow；　she　tried　to　smile　and　excuse
  herself；　only　immediately　sinking　back　into　her　gloomy　thoughts。
  Martin　thought　it　mere　caprice；　he　observed　her　loss　of　colour；　her
  hollow　cheeks；　and　concluded　that　age　was　impairing　her　beauty；　and
  became　less　attentive　to　her。　　His　absences　became　longer　and　more
  frequent；　and　he　did　not　conceal　his　impatience　and　annoyance　at
  being　watched；　for　her　looks　hung　upon　his；　and　she　observed　his
  coldness　and　change　with　much　grief。　　Having　sacrificed　all　in　order
  to　retain　his　love；　she　now　saw　it　slowly　slipping　away　from　her。
  Another　person　also　observed　attentively。　　Pierre　Guerre　since　his
  explanation　with　Bertrande　had　apparently　discovered　no　more
  evidence；　and　did　not　dare　to　bring　an　accusation　without　some
  positive　proofs。　　Consequently　he　lost　no　chance　of　watching　the
  proceedings　of　his　supposed　nephew；　silently　hoping　that　chance　might
  put　him　on　the　track　of　a　discovery。　　He　also　concluded　from
  Bertrande's　state　of　melancholy　that　she　had　convinced　herself　of　the
  fraud；　but　had　resolved　to　conceal　it。
  Martin　was　then　endeavoring　to　sell　a　part　of　his　property；　and　this
  necessitated　frequent　interviews　with　the　lawyers　of　the　neighbouring
  town。　　Twice　in　the　week　he　went　to　Rieux；　and　to　make　the　journey
  easier；　used　to　start　horseback　about　seven　in　the　evening；　sleep　at
  Rieux；　and　return　the　following　afternoon。　　This　arrangement　did　not
  escape　his　enemy's　notice；　who　was　not　long　in　convincing　himself
  that　part　of　the　time　ostensibly　spent　on　this　journey　was　otherwise
  employed。
  Towards　ten　o'clock　on　the　evening　of　a　dark　night；　the　door　of　a
  small　house　lying　about　half　a　gunshot　from　the　village　opened　gently
  for　the　exit　of　a　man　wrapped　in　a　large　cloak；　followed　by　a　young
  woman；　who　accompanied　him　some　distance。　　Arrived　at　the　parting
  point；　they　separated　with　a　tender　kiss　and　a　few　murmured　words　of
  adieu；　the　lover　took　his　horse；　which　was　fastened　to　a　tree；
  mounted；　and　rode　off　towards　Rieux。　　When　the　sounds　died　away；　the
  woman　turned　slowly　and　sadly　towards　her　home；　but　as　she　approached
  the　door　a　man　suddenly　turned　the　corner　of　the　house　and　barred　her
  away。　　Terrified；　she　was　on　the　point　of　crying　for　help；　when　he
  seized　her　arm　and　ordered　her　to　be　silent。
  〃Rose；〃　he　whispered；　〃I　know　everything：　that　man　is　your　lover。　　In
  order　to　receive　him　safely；　you　send　your　old　husband　to　sleep　by
  means　of　a　drug　stolen　from　your　father's　shop。　　This　intrigue　has
  been　going　on　for　a　month；　twice　a　week；　at　seven　o'clock；　your　door
  is　opened　to　this　man；　who　does　not　proceed　on　his　way　to　the　town
  until　ten。　　I　know　your　lover：　he　is　my　nephew。〃
  Petrified　with　terror；　Rose　fell　on　her　knees　and　implored　mercy。
  〃Yes；〃　replied　Pierre；　〃you　may　well　be　frightened：　I　have　your
  secret。　　I　have　only　to　publish　it　and　you　are　ruined　for　ever：〃
  You　will　not　do　it！　　〃entreated　the　guilty　woman；　clasping　her　hands。
  〃I　have　only　to　tell　your　husband；〃　continued　Pierre；　〃that　his　wife
  has　dishonoured　him；　and　to　explain　the　reason　of　his　unnaturally
  heavy　sleep。〃
  〃He　will　kill　me！〃
  〃No　doubt：　he　is　jealous；　he　is　an　Italian；　he　will　know　how　to
  avenge　himselfeven　as　I　do。〃
  〃But　I　never　did　you　any　harm；〃　Rose　cried　in　despair。　　〃Oh！　have
  pity；　have　mercy；　and　spare　me！〃
  〃On　one　condition。〃
  〃What　is　it？〃
  〃Come　with　me。〃
  Terrified　almost　out　of　her　mind；　Rose　allowed　him　to　lead　her　away。
  Bertrande　had　just　finished　her　evening　prayer；　and　was　preparing　for
  bed；　when　she　was　startled　by　several　knocks　at　her　door。　　Thinking
  that　perhaps　some　neighbour　was　in　need　of　help；　she　opened　it
  immediately；　and　to　her　astonishment　beheld　a　dishevelled　woman　whom
  Pierre　grasped　by　the　arm。　　He　exclaimed　vehemently
  〃Here　is　thy　judge！　　Now；　confess　all　to　Bertrande！〃
  Bertrande　did　not　at　once　recognise　the　woman；　who　fell　at　her　feet；
  overcome　by　Pierre's　threats。
  〃Tell　the　truth　here；〃　he　continued；　〃or　I　go　and　tell　it　to　your
  husband；　at　your　own　home！〃　　〃　Ah！　madame；　kill　me；〃　said　the　unhappy
  creature；　hiding　her　face；　〃let　me　rather　die　by　your　hand　than　his！〃
  Bertrande；　bewildered；　did　not　understand　the　position　in　the　least；
  but　she　recognised　Rose
  〃But　what　is　the　matter；　madame？　　Why　are　you　here　at　this　hour；　pale
  and　weeping？　　Why　has　my　uncle　dragged　you　hither？　　I　am　to　judge
  you；　does　he　say？　　Of　what　crime　are　you　guilty？〃
  〃Martin　might　answer　that；　if　he　were　here；〃　remarked　Pierre。
  A　lightning　flash　of　jealousy　shot　through　Bertrande's　soul　at　these
  words；　all　her　former　suspicions　revived。
  〃What！〃　she　said；　〃my　husband！　　What　do　you　mean？〃
  〃That　he　left　this　woman's　house　only　a　little　while　ago；　that　for　a
  month　they　have　been　meeting　secretly。　　You　are　betrayed：　I　have　seen
  them　and　she　does　not　dare　to　deny　it。〃
  〃Have　mercy！〃　cried　Rose；　still　kneeling。
  The　cry　was　a　confession。　　Bertrande　became　pate　as　death。　　〃O　God！〃
  she　murmured；　〃deceived；　betrayedand　by　him！〃
  〃For　a　month　past；〃　repeated　the　old　man。
  〃Oh！　the　wretch；〃　she　continued；　with　increasing　passion；　〃　then　his
  whole　life　is　a　lie！　　He　has　abused　my　credulity；　he　now　abuses　my
  love！　　He　does　not　know　me！　　He　thinks　he　can　trample　on　meme；　in
  whose　power　are　his　fortune；　his　honour；　his　very　life　itself！〃
  Then；　turning　to　Rose
  〃And　you；　miserable　woman！　by　what　unworthy　artifice　did　you　gain　his
  love？　　Was　it　by　witchcraft？　or　some　poisonous　philtre　learned　from
  your　worthy　father？〃
  〃Alas！　no；　madame；　my　weakness　is　my　only　crime；　and　also　my　only
  excuse。　　I　loved　him；　long　ago；　when　I　was　only　a　young　girl；　and
  these　memories　have　been　my　ruin。〃
  〃Memories？　　What！　did　you　also　think　you　were　loving　the　same　man？
  Are　you　also　his　dupe？　　Or　are　you　only　pretending；　in　order　to　find
  a　rag　of　excuse　to　cover　your　wickedness？〃
  It　was　now　Rose　who　failed　to　understand；　Bertrande　continued；　with
  growing　excitement
  〃Yes；　it　was　not　enough　to　usurp　the　rights　of　a　husband　and　father；
  he　thought　to　play　his　part　still　better　by　deceiving　the　mistress
  also　。　　。　　。　　。　　Ah！　it　is　amusing；　is　it　not？　　You　also；　Rose；　you
  thought　he　was　your　old　lover！　　Well；　I　at　least　am　excusable；　I　the
  wife；　who　only　thought　she　was　faithful　to　her　husband！〃
  〃What　does　it　all　mean？〃　asked　the　terrified　Rose。
  〃It　means　that　this　man　is　an　impostor　and　that　I　will　unmask　him。
  Revenge！　revenge！〃
  Pierre　came　forward。　　〃Bertrande；〃　he　said；　〃so　long　as　I　thought　you
  were　happy；　when　I　feared　to　disturb　your　peace；　I　was　silent；　I
  repressed　my　just　indignation；　and　I　spared　the　usurper　of　the　name
  and　rights　of　my　nephew。　　Do　you　now　give　me　leave　to　speak？〃
  〃Yes；〃　she　replied　in　a　hollow　voice。
  〃You　will　not　contradict　me？〃
  By　way　of　answer　she　sat　down　by　the　table　and　wrote　a　few　hasty
  lines　with　a　trembling　hand；　then　gave　them　to　Pierre；　whose　eyes
  sparkled　with　joy。
  〃Yes；〃　he　said；　〃vengeance　for　him；　but　for　her　pity。　　Let　this
  humiliation　be　her　only　punishment。　　I　promised　silence　in　return　for
  confession；　will　you　grant　it？〃
  Bertrande　assented　with　a　contemptuous　gesture。
  〃Go；　fear　not；〃　said　the　old　man；　and　Rose　went　out。　　Pierre　also
  left　the　house。
  Left　to　herself；　Bertrande　felt