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Thinking that Henrietta might possibly occupy a room on the same floor with him, on the same side of the house, that he might even be separated from her only by a partition-wall, he felt like cursing Papa Ravinet, when there came a knock at the door. "Come in!" he cried. A waiter appeared, and handed him a visiting-card, on which was written, "Mrs. Bertolle, third story. No. 5."
Bertolle, who sat there silent and immovable; and now he raised his head, and, looking attentively at Henrietta and Daniel by turns, he added, "Perhaps you are both not exactly conscious of the position in which you stand.
Bertolle brought up all possible arguments to convince him, that, with a woman like Sarah Brandon, all reprisals were fair; he would not be convinced. Unfortunately, he could not refuse to go without risking the peace of his Henrietta, her confidence, and her whole happiness; so he went as bravely as he could.
Bertolle, "how could you suppose such atrocious treachery? There are crimes which honest hearts never even conceive." Henrietta continued, describing her sensations when she found herself for the first time in her life harassed by want, destitution, hunger. But, when she came to the disgusting ill-treatment she received at the hands of the concierge's wife, Daniel cried out, "Stop!"
Her old friend advised her to retire; and this time she did not refuse. It was past ten o'clock when she awoke; and upon entering, fully dressed, into the sitting-room, Mrs. Bertolle greeted her with the exclamation: "At this moment my brother reaches Marseilles!" "Ah! then it will not be long before we shall have news," replied Henrietta.
Bertolle, also, was a little disappointed; but she was not the person to let it be seen. "But what did you expect, dear child? Anthony has not been an hour in Marseilles; how do you think he can know? We must wait till the evening. It is only a matter of a few hours."
And then I have witnesses to prove everything I have told you so far, witnesses whom I shall summon, and who will speak whenever the necessity arises to establish the identity of the Countess Sarah." Daniel made no reply. Like Henrietta, even like Mrs. Bertolle, at this moment he was completely fascinated by the old gentleman's manner and tone.
It was half-past eight before the good man arrived, evidently broken down by the long and rapid journey which he had just made. "At last!" exclaimed Mrs. Bertolle. "We hardly expected you any longer to-night." But he interrupted her, saying, "Oh, my dear sister! don't you think I suffered when I thought of your impatience? But it was absolutely necessary I should show myself in Water Street."
Immediately, however, perhaps in order to conceal his embarrassment, or to be the better able to reflect, he took a candlestick from the mantlepiece, and sat down aside, at one of the small tables. Mrs. Bertolle, Daniel, and Henrietta were silent; and nothing broke the stillness but the rustling of the paper, and the old gentleman's voice as he muttered,
"Ah! you would not talk so, if you knew Sarah Brandon's antecedents as well as I do. Ask my sister about her and Maxime de Brevan, and she will tell you why I look upon that apparently trifling circumstance as so very important." Mrs. Bertolle made a sign that she assented; and he, sure, henceforth, that his sagacity had not been at fault, continued,
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