"I will do it!" He started, then turned again toward her, dumb for an instant, and said: "And God reward you! You believe in me, and you do not even know me." Her eyes became wilder still as she looked up into his face with the words: "_Mais_, I does know you--betteh'n you know annyt'in' boud it!" and turned away, blushing violently.
Frowenfeld gave a start.

She had given him too much light.

He recognized her, and she knew it.

For another instant he gazed at her averted face, and then with forced quietness said: "Please go into the shop." The whole time that had elapsed since the shutting of the doors had not exceeded five minutes; a sixth sufficed for Clotilde and her attendant to resume their original position in the nook by the private door and for Frowenfeld to wash his face and hands.

Then the alert and numerous ears without heard a drawing of bolts at the door next to that which Raoul had issued, its leaves opened outward, and first the pale hands and then the white, weakened face and still bloody hair and apparel of the apothecary made their appearance.