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"It is merely asked of you that you refrain
from going through certain fires that are not accounted by
mademoiselle of too purifying a nature."
"As to that Binet girl, it is finished - finished," said the Marquis.
"I congratulate you. When did you make that decision?"
"This moment. I would to God I had made it twenty-four hours ago.
As it is-" he shrugged - "why, twenty-four hours of her have been
enough for me as they would have been for any man - a mercenary,
self-seeking little baggage with the soul of a trull. Bah!" He
shuddered in disgust of himself and her.
"Ah! That makes it easier for you," said M. de Sautron, cynically.
"Don't say it, Charles. It is not so. Had you been less of a fool,
you would have warned me sooner."
"I may prove to have warned you soon enough if you'll profit by
the warning."
"There is no penance I will not do. I will prostrate myself at her
feet. I will abase myself before her. I will make confession in
the proper spirit of contrition, and Heaven helping me, I'll keep
to my purpose of amendment for her sweet sake.


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