However, I shall not say, _au revoir_." "Who knows ?" replied Samuel, suddenly changing his countenance and attitude.

And he added, "If you are fond of being astonished, monsieur, will you remain still another instant in this den ?" He rolled and twisted the twenty-five one-thousand-franc notes into lamp-lighters; then, with a grand gesture, _a la Poniatowski_, he approached the candle, held them in the flame until they blazed, and then threw them on the hearth, where they were soon consumed.
Turning towards M.Langis, he cried, "Will you now do me the honour of fighting with me ?" "After such a noble act as that, I can refuse you nothing," returned Camille.

"I will do you that signal honour." "Just what I desire," replied Samuel.

"I am the offended; I have the choice of arms." And, in showing M.Langis out, he said, "I will not conceal from you that I have frequented the shooting-galleries, and that I am a first-class pistol-shot." Camille bowed and went out.
The next day, in a lucid interval, Mlle.

Moriaz saw at the foot of her bed a medallion laid on a red hood.