When he was only twenty, he had sailed for South America, where he remained twelve years, and returned no richer than he was before; but shortly afterward his aged uncle, the Marquis de Faverlay, died bequeathing his immense fortune to his nephew on the condition that he should add the name of Faverlay to that of De Breulh.
De Breulh was passionately fond of horses; but he was really a lover of them, and not a mere turfite, and this was all that the world knew of the man who held in his hands the fates of Sabine de Mussidan and Andre.
As soon as he caught sight of Sabine he made a profound inclination.
The girl came straight up to him.
"Sir," said she, in a voice broken by conflicting emotions, "may I request the pleasure of a short private conversation with you ?" "Mademoiselle," answered De Breulh, concealing his surprise beneath another bow, "I am at your disposal." One of the footmen, at a word from Sabine, threw open the door of the drawing-room in which the Countess had thrown down her arms in her duel with Dr.Hortebise.Sabine did not ask her visitor to be seated, but leaning her elbow on the marble mantel-piece, she said, after a silence equally trying to both,-- "This strange conduct on my part, sir, will show you, more than any explanation, my sincerity, and the perfect confidence with which you have inspired me." She paused, but De Breulh made no reply, for he was perfectly mystified.
"You are," she continued, "my parents' intimate friend, and must have seen the discomforts of our domestic hearth, and that though both my father and mother are living, I am as desolate as the veriest orphan." Fearing that M.de Breulh might not understand her reason for speaking thus, she threw a shade of haughtiness into her manner as she resumed,-- "My reason, sir, for seeing you to-day is to ask,--nay, to entreat you, to release me from my engagement to you, and to take the whole responsibility of the rupture on yourself." Man of the world as he was, M.de Breulh could not conceal his surprise, in which a certain amount of wounded self-love was mingled.
"Mademoiselle!" commenced he-- Sabine interrupted him.
"I am asking a great favor, and your granting it will spare me many hours of grief and sadness, and," she added, as a faint smile flickered across her pallid features, "I am aware that I am asking but a trifling sacrifice on your part.

You know scarcely anything of me, and therefore you can only feel indifference toward me." "You are mistaken," replied the young man gravely; "and you do not judge me rightly.

I am not a mere boy, and always consider a step before I take it; and if I asked for your hand, it was because I had learned to appreciate the greatness both of your heart and intellect; and I believe that if you would condescend to accept me, we could be very happy together." The girl seemed about to speak, but De Breulh continued,-- "It seems, however, that I have in some way displeased you,--I do not know how; but, believe me, it will be a source of sorrow to me for the rest of my life." De Breulh's sincerity was so evident, that Mademoiselle de Mussidan was deeply affected.
"You have not displeased me in any way," answered she softly, "and are far too good for me.

To have become your wife would have made me a proud and happy woman." Here she stopped, almost choked by her tears, but M.de Breulh wished to fathom this mystery.
"Why then this resolve ?" asked he.
"Because," replied Sabine faintly, as she hid her face,--"because I have given all my love to another." The young man uttered an exclamation so full of angry surprise, that Sabine turned upon him at once.
"Yes, sir," answered she, "to another; one utterly unknown to my parents, yet one who is inexpressibly dear to me.

This ought not to irritate you, for I gave him my love long before I met you.