"Yes, one that destroys all doubts.Perhaps you ask, why I did not speak to him about it? Ah, you see, I did not dare.I loved him.
I was afraid if I said anything, and it was true he loved another, I should lose him.And so I resigned myself to humiliation, Iconcealed myself to weep, for I said to myself, he will come back to me.Poor fool!""Well, but what will you do?"
"Me? I don't know - anything.I didn't say anything about the letter, but I kept it; it is my weapon - I will make use of it.
When I want to, I shall find out who she is, and then - ""You will compel Tremorel, who is kindly disposed toward you, to use violence.""He? What can he do to me? Why, I will follow him like his shadow - I will cry out everywhere the name of this other.Will he have me put in St.Lazare prison? I will invent the most dreadful calumnies against him.They will not believe me at first; later, part of it will be believed.I have nothing to fear - I have no parents, no friends, nobody on earth who cares for me.That's what it is to raise girls from the gutter.I have fallen so low that Idefy him to push me lower.So, if you are his friend, sir, advise him to come back to me."Sauvresy was really alarmed; he saw clearly how real and earnest Jenny's menaces were.There are persecutions against which the law is powerless.But he dissimulated his alarm under the blandest air he could assume.
"Hear me, my child," said he."If I give you my word of honor to tell you the truth, you'll believe me, won't you?"She hesitated a moment, and said:
"Yes, you are honorable; I will believe you.""Then, I swear to you that Tremorel hopes to marry a young girl who is immensely rich, whose dowry will secure his future.""He tells you so; he wants you to believe it.""Why should he? Since he came to Valfeuillu, he could have had no other affair than this with you.He lives in my house, as if he were my brother, between my wife and myself, and I could tell you how he spends his time every hour of every day as well as what I do myself."Jenny opened her mouth to reply, but a sudden reflection froze the words on her lips.She remained silent and blushed violently, looking at Sauvresy with an indefinable expression.He did not observe this, being inspired by a restless though aimless curiosity.
This proof, which Jenny talked about, worried him.
"Suppose," said he, "you should show me this letter."She seemed to feel at these words an electric shock.
"To you?" she said, shuddering."Never!"
If, when one is sleeping, the thunder rolls and the storm bursts, it often happens that the sleep is not troubled; then suddenly, at a certain moment, the imperceptible flutter of a passing insect's wing awakens one.
Jenny's shudder was like such a fluttering to Sauvresy.The sinister light of doubt struck on his soul.Now his confidence, his happiness, his repose, were gone forever.He rose with a flashing eye and trembling lips.
"Give me the letter," said he, in an imperious tone.Jenny recoiled with terror.She tried to conceal her agitation, to smile, to turn the matter into a joke.
"Not to-day," said she."Another time; you are too curious."But Sauvresy's anger was terrible; he became as purple as if he had had a stroke of apoplexy, and he repeated, in a choking voice:
"The letter, I demand the letter."
"Impossible," said Jenny."Because," she added, struck with an idea, " I haven't got it here.""Where is it?"
"At my room, in Paris."
"Come, then, let us go there."
She saw that she was caught; and she could find no more excuses, quick-witted as she was.She might, however, easily have followed Sauvresy, put his suspicions to sleep with her gayety, and when once in the Paris streets, might have eluded him and fled.But she did not think of that.It occurred to her that she might have time to reach the door, open it, and rush downstairs.She started to do so.Sauvresy caught her at a bound, shut the door, and said, in a low, hoarse voice: