you　to　do　so　in　absolute　freedom；　I　give　you　back　the　promise　you
  made　to　yourselfnot　to　mein　a　moment　which　can　never　fade　from
  my　memory；　for　it　was；　like　other　days　that　have　succeeded　it；　of
  angelic　purity　and　sweetness。　That　memory　will　suffice　me　for　my
  life。　If　you　should　persist　in　your　pledge　to　me；　a　dark　and
  terrible　idea　would　henceforth　trouble　my　happiness。　In　the　midst
  of　our　privationswhich　we　have　hitherto　accepted　so　gaylyyou
  might　reflect；　too　late；　that　life　would　have　been　to　you　a　better
  thing　had　you　now　conformed　to　the　laws　of　the　world。　If　you　were
  a　man　to　express　that　thought；　it　would　be　to　me　the　sentence　of
  an　agonizing　death；　if　you　did　not　express　it；　I　should　watch
  suspiciously　every　cloud　upon　your　brow。
  Dear　Savinien；　I　have　preferred　you　to　all　else　on　earth。　I　was
  right　to　do　so；　for　my　godfather；　though　jealous　of　you；　used　to
  say　to　me；　〃Love　him；　my　child；　you　will　certainly　belong　to　each
  other　one　of　these　days。〃　When　I　went　to　Paris　I　loved　you
  hopelessly；　and　the　feeling　contented　me。　I　do　not　know　if　I　can
  now　return　to　it；　but　I　shall　try。　What　are　we；　after　all；　at　this
  moment？　Brother　and　sister。　Let　us　stay　so。　Marry　that　happy　girl
  who　can　have　the　joy　of　giving　to　your　name　the　lustre　it　ought　to
  have；　and　which　your　mother　thinks　I　should　diminish。　You　will　not
  hear　of　me　again。　The　world　will　approve　of　you；　I　shall　never
  blame　youbut　I　shall　love　you　ever。　Adieu；　then！
  〃Wait；〃　cried　the　young　man。　Signing　to　La　Bougival　to　sit　down；　he
  scratched　off　hastily　the　following　reply：
  My　dear　Ursula；Your　letter　cuts　me　to　the　heart；　inasmuch　as　you
  have　needlessly　felt　such　pain；　and　also　because　our　hearts；　for
  the　first　time；　have　failed　to　understand　each　other。　If　you　are
  not　my　wife　now；　it　is　solely　because　I　cannot　marry　without　my
  mother's　consent。　Dear；　eight　thousand　francs　a　year　and　a　pretty
  cottage　on　the　Loing；　why；　that's　a　fortune；　is　it　not？　You　know
  we　calculated　that　if　we　kept　La　Bougival　we　could　lay　by　half　our
  income　every　year。　You　allowed　me　that　evening；　in　your　uncle's
  garden；　to　consider　you　mine；　you　cannot　now　of　yourself　break
  those　ties　which　are　common　to　both　of　us。Ursula；　need　I　tell
  you　that　I　yesterday　informed　Monsieur　du　Rouvre　that　even　if　I
  were　free　I　could　not　receive　a　fortune　from　a　young　person　whom　I
  did　not　know？　My　mother　refuses　to　see　you　again；　I　must　therefore
  lose　the　happiness　of　our　evenings；　but　surely　you　will　not
  deprive　me　of　the　brief　moments　I　can　spend　at　your　window？　This
  evening；　then　Nothing　can　separate　us。
  〃Take　this　to　her；　my　old　woman；　she　must　not　be　unhappy　one　moment
  longer。〃
  That　afternoon　at　four　o'clock；　returning　from　the　walk　which　he
  always　took　expressly　to　pass　before　Ursula's　house；　Savinien　found
  his　mistress　waiting　for　him；　her　face　a　little　pallid　from　these
  sudden　changes　and　excitements。
  〃It　seems　to　me　that　until　now　I　have　never　known　what　the　pleasure　of
  seeing　you　is；〃　she　said　to　him。
  〃You　once　said　to　me；〃　replied　Savinien；　smiling；〃for　I　remember　all
  your　words；'Love　lives　by　patience；　we　will　wait！'　Dear；　you　have
  separated　love　from　faith。　Ah！　this　shall　be　the　end　of　our　quarrels；
  we　will　never　have　another。　You　have　claimed　to　love　me　better　than　I
  love　you；　butdid　I　ever　doubt　you？〃　he　said；　offering　her　a　bouquet
  of　wild…flowers　arranged　to　express　his　thoughts。
  〃You　have　never　had　any　reason　to　doubt　me；〃　she　replied；　〃and；
  besides；　you　don't　know　all；〃　she　added；　in　a　troubled　voice。
  Ursula　had　refused　to　receive　letters　by　the　post。　But　that　afternoon；
  without　being　able　even　to　guess　at　the　nature　of　the　trick；　she　had
  found；　a　few　moments　before　Savinien's　arrival；　a　letter　tossed　on　her
  sofa　which　contained　the　words：　〃Tremble！　a　rejected　lover　can　become
  a　tiger。〃
  Withstanding　Savinien's　entreaties；　she　refused　to　tell　him；　out　of
  prudence；　the　secret　of　her　fears。　The　delight　of　seeing　him　again；
  after　she　had　thought　him　lost　to　her；　could　alone　have　made　her
  recover　from　the　mortal　chill　of　terror。　The　expectation　of　indefinite
  evil　is　torture　to　every　one；　suffering　assumes　the　proportions　of　the
  unknown；　and　the　unknown　is　the　infinite　of　the　soul。　To　Ursula　the
  pain　was　exquisite。　Something　without　her　bounded　at　the　slightest
  noise；　yet　she　was　afraid　of　silence；　and　suspected　even　the　walls　of
  collusion。　Even　her　sleep　was　restless。　Goupil；　who　knew　nothing　of
  her　nature；　delicate　as　that　of　a　flower；　had　found；　with　the　instinct
  of　evil；　the　poison　that　could　wither　and　destroy　her。
  The　next　day　passed　without　a　shock。　Ursula　sat　playing　on　her　piano
  till　very　late；　and　went　to　bed　easier　in　mind　and　very　sleepy。　About
  midnight　she　was　awakened　by　the　music　of　a　band　composed　of　a
  clarinet；　hautboy；　flute；　cornet　a　piston；　trombone；　bassoon；
  flageolet；　and　triangle。　All　the　neighbours　were　at　their　windows。　The
  poor　girl；　already　frightened　at　seeing　the　people　in　the　street；
  received　a　dreadful　shock　as　she　heard　the　coarse；　rough　voice　of　a
  man　proclaiming　in　loud　tones：　〃For　the　beautiful　Ursula　Mirouet；　from
  her　lover。〃
  The　next　day；　Sunday；　the　whole　town　had　heard　of　it；　and　as　Ursula
  entered　and　left　the　church　she　saw　the　groups　of　people　who　stood
  gossiping　about　her；　and　felt　herself　the　object　of　their　terrible
  curiosity。　The　serenade　set　all　tongues　wagging；　and　conjectures　were
  rife　on　all　sides。　Ursula　reached　home　more　dead　than　alive；
  determined　not　to　leave　the　house　again；the　abbe　having　advised　her
  to　say　vespers　in　her　own　room。　As　she　entered　the　house　she　saw　lying
  in　the　passage；　which　was　floored　with　brick；　a　letter　which　had
  evidently　been　slipped　under　the　door。　She　picked　it　up　and　read　it；
  under　the　idea　that　it　would　obtain　an　explanation。　It　was　as
  follows：
  〃Resign　yourself　to　becoming　my　wife；　rich　and　idolized。　I　am
  resolved。　If　you　are　not　mine　living　you　shall　be　mine　dead。　To
  your　refusal　you　may　attribute　not　only　your　own　misfortunes；　but
  those　which　will　fall　on　others。
  〃He　who　loves　you；　and　whose　wife　you　will　be。〃
  Curiously　enough；　at　the　very　moment　that　the　gentle　victim　of　this
  plot　was　drooping　like　a　cut　flower；　Mesdemoiselles　Massin；　Dionis；
  and　Cremiere　were　envying　her　lot。
  〃She　is　a　lucky　girl；〃　they　were　saying；　〃people　talk　of　her；　and
  court　her；　and　quarrel　about　her。　The　serenade　was　charming；　there　was
  a　cornet…a…piston。〃
  〃What's　a　piston？〃
  〃A　new　musical　instrument；　as　big　as　this；　see！〃　replied　Angelique
  Cremiere　to　Pamela　Massin。
  Early　that　morning　Savinien　had　gone　to　Fontainebleau　to　endeavor　to
  find　out　who　had　engaged　the　musicians　of　the　regiment　then　in
  garrison。　But　as　there　were　two　men　to　each　instrument　it　was
  impossible　to　find　out　which　of　them　had　gone　to　Nemours。　The　colonel
  forbade　them　to　play　for　any　private　person　in　future　without　his
  permission。　Savinien　had　an　interview　with　the　procureur　du　roi；
  Ursula's　legal　guardian；　and　explained　to　him　the　injury　these　scenes
  would　do　to　a　young　girl　naturally　so　delicate　and　sensitive；　begging
  him　to　take　some　action　to　discover　the　author　of　such　wrong。
  Three　nights　later　three　violins；　a　flute；　a　guitar；　and　a　hautboy
  began　another　serenade。　This　time　the　musicians　fled　towards
  Montargis；　where　there　happened　then　to　be　a　company　of　comic　actors。
  A　loud　and　ringing　voice　called　out　as　they　left：　〃To　the　daughter　of
  the　regimental　bandsman　Mirouet。〃　By　this　means　all　Nemours　came　to
  know　the　profession　of　Ursula's　father；　a　secret　the　old　doctor　had
  sedulously　kept。
  Savinien　did　not　go　to　Montargis。　He　received　in　the　course　of　the　day
  an　anonymous　letter　containing　a　prophecy：
  〃You　will　never　marry　Ursula。　If　you　wish　her　to　live；　give　her　up
  at　once　to　a　man　who　loves　her　more　than　you　love　her。　He　has　made
  himself　a　musician　and　an　artist　to　please　her；　and　he　would
  rather　see　her　dead　than　let　her　be　your　wife。〃
  The　doctor　came　to　Ursula　three　times　in　the　course　of　that　day；　for
  she　was　really　in　danger　of　death　from　the　horror　of　this　mysterious
  persecution。　Feeling　that　some　infernal　hand　had　plunged　her　into　the
  mire；　the　poor　girl　lay　like　a　martyr；　she　said　nothing；　but　lifted
  her　eyes　to　heaven；　and　wept　no　more；　she　seemed　awaiting　other　blows；
  and　prayed　fervently。
  〃I　am　glad　I　cannot　go　down　into　the　salon；〃　she　said　to　Monsieur
  Bongrand　and　the　abbe；　who　left　her　as　little　as　possible；　〃HE　would
  come；　and　I　am　now　unworthy　of　the　looks　with　which　HE　blessed　me。　Do
  you　think　HE　will　suspect　me？〃
  〃If　Savinien　does　not　discover　the　author　of　these　infamies　he　means
  to　get　the　assistance　of　the　Paris　police；〃　said　Bongrand。
  〃Whoever　it　is　will　know　I　am　dying；〃　said　Ursula；　〃and　will　cease　to
  trouble　me。〃
  The　abbe；　Bongrand