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By this time it was about midnight。 One of her servants； waiting with her pelisse； went down to order her carriage。 On her way home she fell naturally enough to musing over M。 de Montriveau's prediction。 Arrived in her own courtyard； as she supposed； she entered a vestibule almost like that of her own hotel； and suddenly saw that the staircase was different。 She was in a strange house。 Turning to call her servants； she was attacked by several men； who rapidly flung a handkerchief over her mouth； bound her hand and foot； and carried her off。 She shrieked aloud。
〃Madame； our orders are to kill you if you scream；〃 a voice said in her ear。
So great was the Duchess's terror； that she could never recollect how nor by whom she was transported。 When she came to herself； she was lying on a couch in a bachelor's lodging； her hands and feet tied with silken cords。 In spite of herself； she shrieked aloud as she looked round and met Armand de Montriveau's eyes。 He was sitting in his dressing…gown； quietly smoking a cigar in his armchair。
〃Do not cry out； Mme la Duchesse；〃 he said； coolly taking the cigar out of his mouth； 〃I have a headache。 Besides； I will untie you。 But listen attentively to what I have the honour to say to you。〃
Very carefully he untied the knots that bound her feet。
〃What would be the use of calling out？ Nobody can hear your cries。 You are too well bred to make any unnecessary fuss。 If you do not stay quietly； if you insist upon a struggle with me； I shall tie your hands and feet again。 All things considered； I think that you have self…respect enough to stay on this sofa as if you were lying on your own at home； cold as ever； if you will。
You have made me shed many tears on this couch； tears that I hid from all other eyes。〃
While Montriveau was speaking； the Duchess glanced about her； it was a woman's glance； a stolen look that saw all things and seemed to see nothing。 She was much pleased with the room。 It was rather like a monk's cell。 The man's character and thoughts seemed to pervade it。 No decoration of any kind broke the grey painted surface of the walls。 A green carpet covered the floor。 A black sofa； a table littered with papers； two big easy…chairs； a chest of drawers with an alarum clock by way of ornament； a very low bedstead with a coverlet flung over ita red cloth with a black key borderall these things made part of a whole that told of a life reduced to its simplest terms。 A triple candle…sconce of Egyptian design on the chimney…piece recalled the vast spaces of the desert and Montriveau's long wanderings； a huge sphinx…claw stood out beneath the folds of stuff at the bed…foot； and just beyond； a green curtain with a black and scarlet border was suspended by large rings from a spear handle above a door near one corner of the room。 The other door by which the band had entered was likewise curtained； but the drapery hung from an ordinary curtain…rod。 As the Duchess finally noted that the pattern was the same on both； she saw that the door at the bed…foot stood open； gleams of ruddy light from the room beyond flickered below the fringed border。 Naturally； the ominous light roused her curiosity； she fancied she could distinguish strange shapes in the shadows； but as it did not occur to her at the time that danger could come from that quarter； she tried to gratify a more ardent curiosity。
〃Monsieur； if it is not indiscreet； may I ask what you mean to do with me？〃 The insolence and irony of the tone stung through the words。 The Duchess quite believed that she read extravagant love in Montriveau's speech。 He had carried her off； was not that in itself an acknowledgment of her power？
〃Nothing whatever； madame；〃 he returned； gracefully puffing the last whiff of cigar smoke。 〃You will remain here for a short time。 First of all； I should like to explain to you what you are； and what I am。 I cannot put my thoughts into words whilst you are twisting on the sofa in your boudoir； and besides； in your own house you take offence at the slightest hint； you ring the bell； make an outcry； and turn your lover out at the door as if he were the basest of wretches。 Here my mind is unfettered。 Here nobody can turn me out。 Here you shall be my victim for a few seconds； and you are going to be so exceedingly kind as to listen to me。 You need fear nothing。 I did not carry you off to insult you； nor yet to take by force what you refused to grant of your own will to my unworthiness。 I could not stoop so low。 You possibly think of outrage； for myself； I have no such thoughts。〃
He flung his cigar coolly into the fire。
〃The smoke is unpleasant to you； no doubt； madame？〃 he said； and rising at once； he took a chafing…dish from the hearth； burnt perfumes； and purified the air。 The Duchess's astonishment was only equalled by her humiliation。 She was in this man's power； and he would not abuse his power。 The eyes in which love had once blazed like flame were now quiet and steady as stars。 She trembled。 Her dread of Armand was increased by a nightmare sensation of restlessness and utter inability to move； she felt as if she were turned to stone。 She lay passive in the grip of fear。 She thought she saw the light behind the curtains grow to a blaze； as if blown up by a pair of bellows； in another moment the gleams of flame grew brighter； and she fancied that three masked figures suddenly flashed out； but the terrible vision disappeared so swiftly that she took it for an optical delusion。
〃Madame；〃 Armand continued with cold contempt； 〃one minute； just one minute is enough for me； and you shall feel it afterwards at every moment throughout your lifetime； the one eternity over which I have power。 I am not God。 Listen carefully to me；〃 he continued； pausing to add solemnity to his words。 〃Love will always come at your call。 You have boundless power over men： but remember that once you called love； and love came to you； love as pure and true…hearted as may be on earth； and as reverent as it was passionate； fond as a devoted woman's； as a mother's love； a love so great indeed； that it was past the bounds of reason。 You played with it； and you committed a crime。
Every woman has a right to refuse herself to love which she feels she cannot share； and if a man loves and cannot win love in return； he is not to be pitied； he has no right to complain。 But with a semblance of love to attract an unfortunate creature cut off from all affection； to teach him to understand happiness to the full； only to snatch it from him； to rob him of his future of felicity； to slay his happiness not merely today； but as long as his life lasts； by poisoning every hour of it and every thoughtthis I call a fearful crime！〃
〃Monsieur〃
〃I cannot allow you to answer me yet。 So listen to me still。 In any case I have rights over you； but I only choose to exercise onethe right of the judge over the criminal； so that I may arouse your conscience。 If you had no conscience left； I should not reproach you at all； but you are so young！ You must feel some life still in your heart； or so I like to believe。 While I think of you as depraved enough to do a wrong which the law does not punish； I do not think you so degraded that you cannot comprehend the full meaning of my words。 I resume。〃
As he spoke the Duchess heard the smothered sound of a pair of bellows。 Those mysterious figures which she had just seen were blowing up the fire； no doubt； the glow shone through the curtain。 But Montriveau's lurid face was turned upon her； she could not choose but wait with a fast…beating heart and eyes fixed in a stare。 However curious she felt； the heat in Armand's words interested her even more than the crackling of the mysterious flames。
〃Madame；〃 he went on after a pause； 〃if some poor wretch commits a murder in Paris； it is the executioner's duty； you know； to lay hands on him and stretch him on the plank； where murderers pay for their crimes with their heads。 Then the newspapers inform everyone； rich and poor； so that the former are assured that they may sleep in peace； and the latter are warned that they must be on the watch if they would live。 Well； you that are religious； and even a little of a bigot； may have masses said for such a man's soul。 You both belong to the same family； but yours is the elder branch； and the elder branch may occupy high places in peace and live happily and without cares。 Want or anger may drive your brother the convict to take a man's life； you have taken more； you have taken the joy out of a man's life； you have killed all that was best in his lifehis dearest beliefs。 The murderer simply lay in wait for his victim； and killed him reluctantly； and in fear of the scaffold； but YOU 。 。 。 ！ You heaped up every sin that weakness can commit against strength that suspected no evil； you tamed a passive victim； the better to gnaw his heart out； you lured him with caresses； you left nothing undone that could set him dreaming； imagining； longing for the bliss of love。 You asked innumerable sacrifices of him； only to refuse to make any in return。 He should see the light indeed before you put out his eyes！ It is wonderful how you found the heart to do it！ Such villainies dem