He had contented himself with forewarnings, with hints, with indirect suggestions; but now all his sympathy was so strongly roused on her behalf that the last faint scruple of filial conscience vanished into the abyss of blood over which stood that lonely Titaness.

He drew near, and clasping her hand, said, in a quick and broken voice,-- "Listen! You know where to find proof of my fa--that is, of Dalibard's treason to the conspirators, you know the name of the man he dreads as an avenger, and you know that he waits but the proof to strike; but you do not know where to find that man, if his revenge is wanting for yourself.

The police have not hunted him out: how can you?
Accident has made me acquainted with one of his haunts.

Give me a single promise, and I will put you at least upon that clew,--weak, perhaps, but as yet the sole one to be followed.

Promise me that, only in defence of your own life, not for mere jealousy, you will avail yourself of the knowledge, and you shall know all I do!" "Do you think," said Lucretia, in a calm, cold voice, "that it is for jealousy, which is love, that I would murder all hope, all peace?
For we have here"-- and she smote her breast--"here, if not elsewhere, a heaven and a hell! Son, I will not harm your father, except in self-defence.
But tell me nothing that may make the son a party in the father's doom." "The father slew the mother," muttered Gabriel, between his clenched teeth; "and to me, you have wellnigh supplied her place.