He finally contented himself with a gesture, which signified, "The die is cast, let come what must." Samuel Brohl religiously kept his word.

After having made a most faultless toilet, he repaired by the railway to Argenteuil, where he took a carriage.

He reached Cormeilles as the clock struck nine.

He was ushered into the _salon_, where M.Moriaz was reading his journal.
Samuel was pale, and his lips trembled with emotion.

He greeted M.
Moriaz with profound respect, saying: "I feel, monsieur, like a criminal.