"I never liked Adolphe Denot, but I could never say why.

The tone of his voice was disagreeable to me, and the expression of his features aroused in me both dislike and distrust.

It is not long since M.Henri rebuked me for being hard on him, and judging him harshly; and I was angry with myself for having done so.

I knew, however, there was something wrong within him.

He has turned out to be as base a creature as ever trod the earth." "It will be a desperate blow to M.Henri," said Chapeau, "for he loved him as though he were his brother." "I will be his brother now," said Arthur; "he shall love me in his place." "Ah! M.Arthur," said Chapeau, "his heart is large enough to love us both; but when he hears how nobly you behaved last night, how you stood by Mademoiselle Agatha, and protected her, you will be his real brother indeed." The little Chevalier's heart rose high within him, as he attempted to speak slightingly of his own services.