That the latter resented anything in the nature of advice or suggestion was soon made clear enough to me.

Nay! she left no doubt of her distrust, and showed this feeling whenever we exchanged words.
"It is a small thing upon which to condemn a man, Mademoiselle," I said to her one morning when chance left us together.

"I told you what I thought to be the truth.

Fate ruled that I was after all a poor man--but I have not been proved a liar." "I do not understand you," she answered, with hard eyes.

"You are such a strange mixture of good and bad." An hour afterwards I received a telegram advising me that the body of the Vicomte de Clericy had been found in the river at Passy..