26/26 You cannot tell me that the blood of the Marteaux runs in his veins for nothing. And I know you did not invite him here, either. What is the explanation of it all ?" But the poor little Countess made no answer. She slowly collapsed on the floor at the feet of the iron old man, who, to save her honor and reputation, had played his part, even as Marteau, in her bedroom on that mad March morning.. |