H.Walter, Esqre, in Malata.

The innocent Arthur--What was his name?
The man sought for by that woman who as she went by seemed to draw all the passion of the earth to her, without effort, not deigning to notice, naturally, as other women breathed the air.

But Renouard was no longer jealous of her very existence.

Whatever its meaning it was not for that man he had picked up casually on obscure impulse, to get rid of the tiresome expostulations of a so-called friend; a man of whom he really knew nothing--and now a dead man.

In Malata.