"But, happily, this fearful art exists no more to tempt and destroy ?" "As a more philosophical discovery, it might be amusing to a chemist to learn exactly what were the compounds of those ancient poisons," said Dalibard, not directly answering the implied question.

"Portions of the art are indeed lost, unless, as I suspect, there is much credulous exaggeration in the accounts transmitted to us.

To kill by a flower, a pair of gloves, a soap-ball,--kill by means which elude all possible suspicion,--is it credible?
What say you?
An amusing research, indeed, if one had leisure! But enough of this now; it grows late.

We dine with M.de----; he wishes to let his hotel.

Why, Lucretia, if we knew a little of this old art, par Dieu! we could soon hire the hotel! Well, well; perhaps we may survive my cousin Jean Bellanger!" Three days afterwards, Lucretia stood by her husband's side in the secret chamber.