Since your birth, she told me." "Yes," said Madame de Cintre, simply; "she is very faithful; I can trust her." Newman had never made any reflections to this lady upon her mother and her brother Urbain; had given no hint of the impression they made upon him.

But, as if she had guessed his thoughts, she seemed careful to avoid all occasion for making him speak of them.

She never alluded to her mother's domestic decrees; she never quoted the opinions of the marquis.

They had talked, however, of Valentin, and she had made no secret of her extreme affection for her younger brother.

Newman listened sometimes with a certain harmless jealousy; he would have liked to divert some of her tender allusions to his own credit.