He killed a young gentleman of this province at Nancy two years back.

'It was a sad story,' she continued, shuddering slightly, 'of a dreadful man.

God keep our friends from such!' 'Amen!' I said quietly.

But, in spite of myself, I could not meet her eyes.
'Why ?' she answered, quickly taking alarm at; my silence.

'What of him, M.de Barthe?
Why have you mentioned him ?' 'Because he is here, Mademoiselle.' 'Here ?' she exclaimed.