Ah, these Jews are clever managers!" Cesarine did not like the earnest tone of praise and hastened to say bluntly: "I suppose, then, she threw the spell over him again which once before, at Munich, caused him, a tame bookworm, to fight for her like a king-maker ?" "Mademoiselle Rebecca! she act the fascinatress!" exclaimed Hedwig, with a burst of indignation.
"What is there extraordinary, pray, in a husband, apparently deserted by his wife, paying attention to another handsome young woman ?" "Why, madame, you must forget that master is the most honorable gentleman as ever was, and that Mademoiselle Rebecca is a perfect lady!" Then, perceiving that her enthusiasm on the latter head was not welcome to the hearer, Hedwig, added: "but it does not matter.

We are receiving no more company, lest the great secret leak out, and so we don't need a lady at the table.

She is going away with her father, who is to open the Rifle Company's offices in Paris, and that's all!" "It is quite enough!" remarked the other, frowning.
"What is the last word about him ?" inquired the servant, "the viscount-baron, I mean." "M.

de Terremonde ?" "Yes; you haven't said a word about him." "Do you not know ?" began Cesarine, shuddering as the scene in the twilight arose before her on the background of the sombre side of the room.
"He was not likely to return hereabouts.

Master might have tried the new rifle upon him," with a suppressed laugh.
"Well, if you do not know, I need only say that I am perfectly ignorant of his whereabouts.