'The token, I mean.

It is of no use to you, for your enemies hold the other half.

It might be of service to me.' 'How ?' she asked curtly.
'Because some day I may find its fellow, mademoiselle,' 'And then ?' she cried.

She looked at me, her lips parted, her eyes flashing.

'What then, when you have found its fellow, M.de Marsac ?' I shrugged my shoulders.
'Bah!' she exclaimed, clenching her little hand, and stamping her foot on the floor in a passion I could not understand.