You know not my abode.

You cannot write or telegraph safely to my office.
"There are veiled spies, jealous rivals, there, who would rob me of place, power, and the money which will yet be ours, in the dear far-off Danube land.
"You have been ill, distressed," he fondly said.

"Nay, do not deny it! Madame Raffoni has told me all." "My God!" whispered Irma.

"She has told you"-- "Only that you have suffered, my darling," said Clayton, folding her to his breast.
"Ah! I must make an end of it!" the loyal lover cried, as Irma lay sobbing on his breast.

"If I could only come to you; how shall I know?
Can you trust no one?
There is Madame Raffoni," said Clayton.
"She knows where my office is.