He perceived his peril.

He read his doom in the cold, sinister note on which Andre-Louis addressed him, and grew afraid.

"I swear to you, monsieur, that I have no such intention." "I think I had better make quite sure of you." "O my God! Have mercy, monsieur!" The knave was in a palsy of terror.

"I mean you no harm--I swear to Heaven I mean you no harm.

I will not say a word.