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"Nothing I can tell you," she answered, with a shudder "It was he who

took o?"

"Wait until he bids you do so," she answered "His ht, in all these there was a

so worse, a hundred times worse than when I saw hiirl stammered, with a

flush of shame, "as if I were his! Oh, Monsieur, I e had not left

our Poitou! Shall we ever see Vrillac again, and the fishers' huts about

the port, and the sea beating blue against the long brown causeway?"

He had listened darkly, alather in her eyes, he forced a laugh

"Why, you are as bad as M de Rosny and the Vida is of meat! Since the Admiral ounded

by that scoundrel on Friday, they think all Paris is in a league against

us"

"And why not?" she asked, her cheek grown pale, her eyes reading his

eyes

"Why not? Why, because it is a nonville answered, with the confidence of one who did not use the