All three were silent, and avoided looking at each other; but the next moment, by an almost frantic gesture, Agathe laid her finger on her lips as if to entreat a secrecy no one desired to break.

They returned to the salon, and sat beside the fire.
"Ah! my children," cried Madame Descoings, "I am stabbed to the heart: my trey will turn up, I am certain of it.

I am not thinking of myself, but of you two.

Philippe is a monster," she continued, addressing her niece; "he does not love you after all that you have done for him.

If you do not protect yourself against him he will bring you to beggary.
Promise me to sell out your Funds and buy a life-annuity.