world go its own way, what is it to us?"

Lydia's head sank lower, as the tears of misery began to fall fast.

"The treasure," he cried, suddenly. "Ha--ha--ha! Let them search for
it--months--years. They will never find it. I have it safely. Here.
I'll tell you."

He beckoned with his finger as he talked on, rapidly; and as Lydia
raised her saddened countenance, she saw that he was gazing at vacancy
and gesticulating with his free hand.

"Yes; I'll tell you," he said. "Let the fools hunt. They'll never find
it. Well? Why not? It is mine. Look. You count along here--do you
see--one, eight, six, now press in the key. There is a spring. Press
it home and turn. The door opens and there it is. For you, dearest--
the jewels are all your own."

As he went on talking rapidly, the curtain moved softly again, and this
time Lydia felt that it was no trick of the light or wind, and, rising
from her seat, she went softly round to the other side of the bed, took
hold of the curtain and swept it aside, to leave Katrine standing there
in the faint light shed by the shaded lamp.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see if I could help you."

"And glided in like a thief, to hide there, listening to his words.
What is it you want to know? Was it to hear him say he loved you?"
whispered Lydia, with her face full of scorn.

"I do not understand you."

"You do understand. And it was not for that. You have heard him
whisper to you--no--waste upon you loving words enough."

"Really," said Katrine, who had recovered from her temporary confusion,
consequent upon the abrupt discovery of her presence. "Surely, my
darling little Lydia is not jealous?"

"Jealous? Of you?" said Lydia, scornfully.

"No; I am only sorry that he should have been so blind."

"To your incomparable charms?"

"No; to the character of the beautiful woman--"

"Beautiful?"

"Yes; beautiful woman, whose character--"

"How dare you!" cried Katrine, and she struck the brave girl a sharp
blow across the face with her open hand.

"Beautiful as you are corrupt and cruel," said Lydia, without wincing.
"I have not been blind. I have seen your efforts to lead him on--to
tempt him into the belief that you loved him, when your sole thought has
been of the money that was to be his."

"It is false," cried Katrine.

"It is true. I would not stoop to watch you, but I have seen enough to
know you. Go back to your companion--the man who pl