st now. Are you quite well?"

As the baron entered the room, the marquis had stepped quickly forward
to meet him. Either he was inspired with fresh hope, or else he
had wonderful powers of self-control, for never had he looked more
calm--never had his face evinced haughtier indifference, more complete
satisfaction with himself, and greater contempt for others. He was
dressed with even more than usual care, and in perfect taste as well;
moreover, his valet had surpassed himself in dressing his hair--for one
would have sworn that his locks were still luxuriant. If he experienced
any secret anxiety, it only showed itself in a slightly increased
stiffness of his right leg--the limb broken in hunting. "I ought rather
to inquire concerning your own health," he remarked. "You seem greatly
disturbed; your cravat is untied." And, pointing to the broken china
scattered about the floor, he added: "On seeing this, I asked myself if
an accident had not happened."

"The baroness was taken suddenly ill at the breakfast table. Her
fainting fit startled me a little. But it was a mere trifle. She has
quite recovered already, and you may rely upon her applauding your
victory at Vincennes to-day. She has I don't know how many hundred louis
staked upon your horses."

The marquis's countenance assumed an expression of cordial regret. "I am
very sorry, upon my word!" he exclaimed. "But I sha'n't take part in the
races at Vincennes. I have withdrawn my horses. And, in future, I shall
have nothing to do with racing."

"Nonsense!"

"It is the truth, however. I have been led to this determination by the
infamous slander which has been circulated respecting me."

This answer was a mere trifle, but it somewhat shook Baron Trigault's
confidence. "You have been slandered!" he muttered.

"Abominably. Last Sunday the best horse in my stables, Domingo, came in
third. He was the favorite in the ring. You can understand the rest. I
have been accused of manoeuvering to have my own horse beaten. People
have declared that it was my interest he should be beaten, and that I
had an understanding with my jockey to that effect. This is an every-day
occurrence, I know very well; but, as regards myself, it is none the
less an infamous lie!"

"Who has dared to circulate such a report?"

"Oh, how can I tell? It is a fact, however, that the story has been
circulated everywhere, but in such a cautious manner that there is no
way of calling the authors to acc