He was a long time away, and I was waiting for him to drive out with me, for some purpose or another, I scarce know what, but I remember I was tired of waiting, and was just in the act of ringing the bell to desire that he might be reminded of his engagement with me, when he came in, his face as white as the powder in his hair, his beautiful eyes dilated with horror.

I saw that he had heard something that touched him even more closely than the usual tales which every fresh emigrant brought.
"'What is it, Clement ?' I asked.
"He clasped his hands, and looked as though he tried to speak, but could not bring out the words.
"'They have guillotined my uncle!' said he at last.

Now, I knew that there was a Count de Crequy; but I had always understood that the elder branch held very little communication with him; in fact, that he was a vaurien of some kind, and rather a disgrace than otherwise to the family.
So, perhaps, I was hard-hearted but I was a little surprised at this excess of emotion, till I saw that peculiar look in his eyes that many people have when there is more terror in their hearts than they dare put into words.

He wanted me to understand something without his saying it; but how could I?
I had never heard of a Mademoiselle de Crequy.
"'Virginie!' at last he uttered.

In an instant I understood it all, and remembered that, if Urian had lived, he too might have been in love.
"'Your uncle's daughter ?' I inquired.
"'My cousin,' he replied.
"I did not say, 'your betrothed,' but I had no doubt of it.