Chapter XIX.
Leaving the Luxembourg, I rushed like a madman through the streets to M. de T———'s house. As I went along I raised my eyes to heaven and lifted my hands in supplication to the Almighty Powers above, crying aloud in my anguish: "O God! surely thou wilt not prove as pitiless as man! Thine aid is now my only hope!"
M. de T——— had not yet returned home, but he arrived before I had waited many minutes. He told me with a rueful face that his efforts at mediation had met with no better success than my own. Young G——— M———, although less incensed than his father against Manon and myself, was yet unwilling to attempt any intercession
