I know that the man you keep in the asylum is not Clear, but Mark Vrain." "La! la! la! You talk great humbug.

Mr.Vrain is dead and buried!" "He is not dead," answered Lucian resolutely, "and the man who was buried under his name is Michael Clear, the husband of the woman who told me all." Ferruci, who had been pacing impatiently up and down the room, stopped short, with a nervous laugh.
"This is most amusing," he said, with an emotion he could not conceal despite his self-control.

"Mrs.Clear told you all, eh?
She told you what, my friend ?" "That is the story I have come to tell you," replied Lucian sharply.
"Very good," said Ferruci, with a shrug.

"I wait to hear this pretty story," and with a frown he threw himself into a chair near Lucian.
Apparently he saw that he was found out, for it took him all his time to keep his voice from trembling and his hands from shaking.

The man was not a coward, but being thus brought face to face with a peril he little expected, it was scarcely to be wondered at that he felt shaken and nervous.