"Listen to me, then. It was an hour ago, when you left me to read the papers arrived from England. I went into the garden with the chevalier. I had a presentiment of our danger and I was sad and thoughtful. I wished to get rid of our guest as soon as possible, not caring to amuse myself with him longer. I said to him that I could not explain the mystery of my three widowhoods; that my hand could belong to no one, and that he must leave the house at break of day. Our object was thus accomplished. The Gascon, by his exaggerated tales of what he had seen, will give more credence still to the stories which have been circulated during the past three years on the island, absurd stories but useful, and which until now alas! have been our safeguards by so confusing events that it has been impossible to separate the true from the false." "Doubtless, but through what fatality this mystery? Tell me!" "Having informed the chevalier that he could no longer remain here, I told him that we wished, nevertheless, to give him a valuable token of his sojourn at Devil's Cliff. To my great surprise he refused with a manner so painfully humiliated that I pitied him. Knowing how poor he was, and wishing, for the very reason that he showed some delicacy, to oblige him to accept a present, I came here to seek a medallion surrounded by diamonds on which was my monogram, hoping that the chevalier would not refuse that. I returned carrying this token, when in approaching the inclosure where I had left him, at the end of the park, near the fountain--Ah! my love, I tremble still!" And the young woman threw her two arms around James' neck, as if she would protect him against this past danger. "Angela, I beg of you, calm yourself," said Monmouth tenderly. "Finish your story." "Ah, well," she continued, "when I approached the fountain I heard voices; frightened, I listened." "It was this emissary, I presume?" "Yes, my beloved." "But how had he effected an entrance? How did he leave? How did he confide his designs to the Gascon?" "He mistook the chevalier for you!" "He mistook the chevalier for me?" cried Monmouth. "Yes, James. Doubtless he was deceived by the resemblance in figure, and by the suit that the Gascon wore, and which you had had made, in order to satisfy one of my caprices in dressing yourself like the portrait of which you have told me." "Oh," said Monmouth, passing his hand across his forehead, "Oh! you do not realize the terrible memories that all this awakens in me." Then, after having heaved a deep sigh and looking sadly at the ebony frame encrusted with silver containing the drawing of a portrait, the duke resumed: "But what was the result of this strange encounter? What did the chevalier say? What did _you_ do? Truly, if your presence and your words did not assure me, I should go myself----" Angela interrupted the duke. "Again, my beloved James, should I be so calm if there was anything to fear at this hour?"