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"We are certain of the support of a respectable minority. It is for you to scatter rewards, and warm lukewarm consciences, and I repeat, sir a work like this is magnificent." "I belong to you, heart and soul," said Fongereues, "and to-morrow " "Wait," said Vellebri, laying his hand on the arm of the Marquis, thus forcing him back to his seat. "I spoke of a guarantee."

While Aubé was worrying about these matters and many more, a carriage drove up to the door of the restaurant, and three gentlemen got out. These were Frederic de Talizac, Fernando de Vellebri, and Arthur de Montferrand, the duelist, all strangely alike in their lack of moral sense and in their cynicism, neither of them hesitating to do anything, however evil, to gratify their passions.

"I can." Fongereues wrote a few words, and rang the bell. "Take this letter to Monsieur Fernando de Vellebri, and see that there is no delay. And now, Pierre, come with me." In a house opposite the Palais de Justice, two men were talking together in an attic room. One of these men was seated, the other was standing.

"They are notes, forged by the Vicomte, your son!" "Talizac a forger! Impossible!" "I assure you that it is only too true. Once more, let me ask for your decision." "I beg you to remember that my devotion to the Society is unalterable. But a million you know!" "You understand," repeated Vellebri, "it is a million that is demanded?" "Yes, I know. Grant me a little time."

"Most certainly," answered Fongereues, uneasily, for this allusion to money was most unwelcome. "I am ready to second all efforts of this Society, but still it would be necessary for me to know just what amount would be required of me. My resources are just now greatly restricted, and " "Do not be concerned," said Vellebri, coldly, "the amount need not disturb you." Fongereues sighed with relief.

As he was hurrying on, blind with anger, a voice cried: "Is this the way you keep your appointments?" It was the Italian, Fernando de Vellebri. He added, with a wink: "You ought to have killed that fellow. You know him?" "Very little." "He was concerned in that affair at Tivoli. You will tell me about it."

And now, crushed into a large arm-chair, the Marquis sat with his eyes fixed on the floor. "Count Fernando de Vellebri wishes to see you," a servant knocked at the door to say. "One moment!" answered the Marquis. He hurried to his dressing room, bathed his face in cold water and hastily brushed his fast whitening hair. He took his seat at his desk, which was covered with papers.

"You wished to see me," said the Marquis, "and I am at your service. But what is this costume? I was not aware that you belonged to any religious society, officially, at least." "As to my claims to this dress," answered De Vellebri, coldly, "I am quite ready to explain them, if you will condescend to listen to me."

"Show Monsieur de Vellebri up," he said. He shuddered as he spoke, for he had learned through Cyprien that this Fernando belonged to the society of the Jesuits. The young man entered. He was no longer the obsequious person with the stereotyped smile, who had done the will of the Vicomte de Talizac.

His name was Fernando de Vellebri. He came with letters from princes and ambassadors, which opened to him the first hôtels in the Faubourg. This was the time when the word "dandy" began to be used, and these three aspired to the title. "Where is Frederic?" said one. "Would he fail us now?" "Of course not.