He hummed an air when he had finished his letter to her.
Councils with his adherents and couriers were held, and some were despatched to watch the house and slip the letter to her maid; others were told off to bribe and hound their way on the track of Clotilde.

His gold rained into their hands with the directions.
Colonel von Tresten was the friend of his attachment to the baroness; a friend of both, and a warm one.

Men coming into contact with Alvan took their shape of friend or enemy sharply, for he was friend or enemy of no dubious feature, devoted to them he loved, and a battery on them he opposed.

The colonel had been the confidant of the baroness's grief over this love-passion of Alvan's, and her resignation.

He shared her doubts of Clotilde's nobility of character: the reports were not favourable to the young lady.