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When he opened the door of his paternal home, where total silence
reigned, he saw his mother through the window, as she sat sewing by
the light of the curiously constructed lamp while she awaited him.
Tears moistened the lad's eyes as he looked at her.
"What has happened?" cried Fanny, seeing his emotion, which filled her
with horrible anxiety.
For all answer, Calyste took his mother in his arms, and kissed her on
her cheeks, her forehead and hair, with one of those passionate
effusions of feeling that comfort mothers, and fill them with the
subtle flames of the life they have given.
"It is you I love, you!" cried Calyste,--"you, who live for me; you,
whom I long to render happy!"
"But you are not yourself, my child," said the baroness, looking at
him attentively. "What has happened to you?"
"Camille loves me, but I love her no longer," he answered.
The next day, Calyste told Gasselin to watch the road to
Saint-Nazaire, and let him know if the carriage of Mademoiselle des
Touches passed over it. Gasselin brought word that the carriage had
passed.


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