dear Andre," said De Breulh, "this is a matter in which my honor is
as much concerned as yours. Will you not trust me?" Then turning to the
Viscountess, he added, "Tell us all you heard."

"It is only something I heard from Modeste. You had hardly left the
house, when the Baron de Clinchain made his appearance."

"An eccentric old fellow, a friend of the Count de Mussidan's. I know
him."

"Just so; well, they had a stormy interview, and at the end of it, the
Baron was taken ill, and it was with difficulty that he regained his
carriage."

"That seems curious."

"Wait a bit. After that Octave and his wife had a terrible scene
together, and Modeste thinks that her mistress must have heard
something, for the Count's voice rang through the house like thunder."

Every word that the Viscountess uttered strengthened De Breulh's
suspicions. "There is something mysterious in all this, Clotilde,"
said he, "as you will say when you know the whole truth," and, without
omitting a single detail, he related the whole of Sabine and Andre's
love story.

Madame de Bois Arden listened attentively, sometimes thrilled with
horror, and at others pleased with this tale of innocent love.

"Forgive me," said she, when her cousin had concluded; "my reproaches
and accusations were equally unfounded."

"Yes, yes; never mind that; but I am afraid that there is some hidden
mystery which will place a fresh stumbling-block in our friend Andre's
path."

"Do not say that," cried Andre, in terror. "What is it?"

"That I cannot tell; for Mademoiselle de Mussidan's sake, I have
withdrawn all my pretensions to her hand,--not to leave the field open
to any other intruder, but in order that she may be your wife."

"How are we to learn what has really happened?" asked the Viscountess.

"In some way or other we shall find out, if you will be our ally."

Most women are pleased to busy themselves about a marriage, and the
Viscountess was cheered to find herself mixed up in so romantic a drama.

"I am entirely at your beck and call," answered she. "Have you any
plan?"

"Not yet, but I will soon. As far as Mademoiselle de Mussidan is
concerned, we must act quite openly. Andre will write to her, asking
for an explanation, and you shall see her to-morrow, and if she is well
enough, give her his note."

The proposal was a startling one, and the Viscountess did not entertain
it favorably.

"No," said she, "I think that would not do at all."

"W