Trumeau looked down for a few moments, as if reflecting deeply before definitely making up his mind.

He twisted the little roll of papers between his fingers, and seemed to be in doubt whether to open it and give it to Madame Rapally to read or not.

In the end, however, he put it in his pocket, rose, and approaching his cousin, said-- "I beg your pardon, this news completely changes my opinion.

From the moment Maitre Quennebert becomes your husband I shall not have a word to say against him.

My suspicions were unjust, I confess it frankly, and I hope that in consideration of the motives which prompted me you will forget the warmth of my attacks.