I wrote to my mother and to M. d'Asterac, and I composed the most touching epistle to Jahel.
My imagination went horribly to that night at Sens, thinking that there Jahel's treachery would be completed.
Jahel's calm surprised me, neither her movements nor her voice showed any fear.
So I took the liberty to reproach him mildly for his disclosure of Jahel's name.
"It's painful to look on these people," said Jahel with a sigh.
