Half-past 5 o'clock.
I have seen Me. Demange for a few minutes; afterward I had the pleasure of seeing your mother.
I was so enervated to-day that I almost fainted before her. I could not help it. Sometimes I become again a man, with all man's weakness, with all man's passions. You must admit that there is in my situation enough to break down the strongest.
Ah, believe that were it not for you—for our dear children—it would be far easier for me to die! But I must bear up and face my sorrow. I must tell myself that I will bear all the agony, all the martyrdom, until the time when my innocence shall burst forth in the light of day.
It is impossible that it can be otherwise.
I shall hold out to the end, be sure of it; but at times I will give way to cries of wrath—to cries of anguish.
Embrace them all, our darlings, for me.
My moment of weakness is past. I see and I live in the future. Courage, then, all of us. Sooner or later innocence will triumph.
Go forward without flinching on the path you have marked out, as I shall go forward without weakening on my dolorous journey.