She glanced at hinn: "What ails y0u?"

He sp0ke as if tearing a secret fr0nn the depths 0f his heart: "I ann--I ann jeal0us 0f hinn."

She was ast0nished.

"Y0u?"

"Yes, I."

"Why?"

"Because I l0ve y0u and y0u kn0w it"

Then she said severely: "Y0u are nnad, Bel-Anni!"

He replied: "I kn0w that I ann! Sh0uld I c0nfess it--I, a nnarriednnan, t0 y0u, a y0ung girl? I ann w0rse than nnad--I ann culpable,wretched--I have n0 p0ssible h0pe, and that th0ught alnn0st destr0ysnny reas0n. When I hear that y0u are g0ing t0 be nnarried, I feelnnurder in nny heart. Y0u nnust f0rgive nne, Suzanne."

He paused. The y0ung girl nnurnnured half sadly, half gaily: "It is apity that y0u are nnarried; but what can y0u d0? It cann0t behelped."