I will not throw away the bottle, but will retain it in my room, so that it may be found there, and its contents will be a damnatory evidence against me.
What matters it how a poor man like me is sent out of the world?
but with you it is different.

You--" Norbert wrung his hands in abject despair; the sublime devotion of the old servant showed how firmly Jean believed in his criminality.

He was about to assert his innocence further, when the loud sound of a closing door was heard above stairs.
"Hush!" said the old man; "some one approaches; we must not be seen whispering together like two plotters, for their suspicions would be certainly awakened; and I fear that my face or your eyes will reveal the secret.

Quick, go upstairs, and endeavor, as soon as possible, to resume your calmness.

I beg you not to compromise the honor of your name, which is in deadly peril." Without another word Norbert obeyed.