Hisfaceflushedalloverinaninstant。\"Ithinkitaninspiration！\"hecried。\"Notadayistobelostincarryingoutourplan。Thepolicearenottobetrustedwithit。Imuststartmyselfto—morrowmorning；andyou——\"
Hestopped；hisfacegrewsuddenlypale；hesighedheavily；hiseyeswanderedoncemoreintothefixedlookatvacancy；andtherigid，deathlyexpressionfastenedagainuponallhisfeatures。
\"ImusttellyoumysecretbeforeItalkofto—morrow，\"heproceeded，faintly。\"IfIhesitatedanylongeratconfessingeverything，Ishouldbeunworthyofyourpastkindness，unworthyofthehelpwhichitismylasthopethatyouwillgladlygivemewhenyouhaveheardall。\"
Ibeggedhimtowaituntilhewasmorecomposed，untilhewasbetterabletospeak；buthedidnotappeartonoticewhatI
said。Slowly，andstrugglingasitseemedagainsthimself，heturnedalittleawayfromme，and，bendinghisheadoverthetable，supporteditonhishand。ThepacketofletterswithwhichIhadseenhimoccupiedwhenIcameinlayjustbeneathhiseyes。