"I ought to believe you, then."
Jenny returned to the middle of the room. Standing erect before
the mirror, she put on her hat, quietly disposing its ribbons as
if nothing had occurred. When she was ready to go, she went up
to Tremorel. "For the last time," said she, in a tone which she
forced to be firm, and which belied her tearful, glistening eyes.
"For the last time, Hector, are we really to part?"
"We must."
Jenny made a gesture which Tremorel did not see; her face had a
malicious expression; her lips parted to utter some sarcastic
response; but she recovered herself almost immediately.
"I am going, Hector," said she, after a moment's reflection; "If
you are really leaving me to get married, you shall never hear of
me again."
"Why, Jenny, I hope I shall still remain your friend."
"Well, only if you abandon me for another reason, remember what I
tell you; you will be a dead man, and she, a lost woman."
She opened the door; he tried to take her hand; she repulsed him.
"Adieu!"
Hector ran to the window to assure himself of her departure. She
was ascending the avenue leading to the station.
"Well, that's over," thought he, with a sigh of relief.
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