e abbe and the chevalier,
they were as usual; only the abbe had hidden his hate behind a smile that
was habitual, and the chevalier his resentment behind that cold and stiff
dignity in which dull minds enfold themselves when they believe
themselves injured in their vanity.

In the midst of all this, M. Joannis de Nocheres died, and added to the
already considerable fortune of his granddaughter another fortune of from
six to seven hundred thousand livres.

This additional wealth became, on accruing to the marquise, what was then
called, in countries where the Roman law prevailed, a 'paraphernal'
estate that is to say that, falling in, after marriage? it was not
included in the dowry brought by the wife, and that she could dispose
freely both of the capital and the income, which might not be
administered even by her husband without a power of attorney, and of
which she could dispose at pleasure, by donation or by will. And in fact,
a few days after the marquise had entered into possession of her
grandfather's estate, her husband and his brothers learned that she had
sent for a notary in order to be instructed as to her rights. This step
betokened an intention of separating this inheritance from the common
property of the marriage; for the behaviour of the marquis towards his
wife--of which within himself he often recognised the injustice--left him
little hope of any other explanation.

About this time a strange event happened. At a dinner given by the
marquise, a cream was served at dessert: all those who partook of this
cream were ill; the marquis and his two brothers, who had not touched it,
felt no evil effects. The remainder of this cream, which was suspected
of having caused illness to the guests, and particularly to the marquise,
who had taken of it twice, was analysed, and the presence of arsenic in
it demonstrated. Only, having been mixed with milk, which is its
antidote, the poison had lost some of its power, and had produced but
half the expected effect. As no serious disaster had followed this
occurrence, the blame was thrown upon a servant, who was said to have
mistaken arsenic for sugar, and everybody forgot it, or appeared to
forget it.

The marquis, however, seemed to be gradually and naturally drawing nearer
again to his wife; but this time Madame de Ganges was not deceived by his
returning kindness. There, as in his alienation, she saw the selfish
hand of the abbe: he had persuaded his brother t