'I say to you again, you know whither he is gone, and you must tell me for what he has departed.

You obey him--there is money to make you obey me!' 'When I said his business was secret, I lied not,' said the Hun, picking up with avidity the coins she flung to him--'but he has not kept it secret from me! The Huns are cunning! Aha, ugly and cunning!' Suspicion, the only refined emotion in a criminal heart, half discovered to Goisvintha, at this moment, the intelligence that was yet to be communicated.

No word, however, escaped her, while she signed the barbarian to proceed.
'He has gone to a farm-house on the plains beyond the suburbs behind us.

He will not return till daybreak,' continued the Hun, tossing his money carelessly in his great, horny hands.
'Did you see him go ?' gasped the woman.
'I tracked him to the house,' returned the barbarian.

'For many nights I watched and suspected him--to-night I saw him depart.