“Well, then, I think that as all the world, and even his mother, seem to have forgotten the poor orphan, it is highly necessary that I should remember it. In the position in which you are placed, sir, and with the disposition you have evinced of becoming allied to the Baron de Lectoure (who in your view, is the only person who can assist the realization of your ambitious projects), these letters are well worth a hundred thousand francs, are they not? and will make but a very trifling breach in the income of two hundred thousand francs which your estates afford you.” “But who will prove to me that this hundred thousand francs--” “You are right, sir, and therefore it will be in exchange for a contract for an annuity upon the young Hector de Lusignan, that I will deliver up these letters.” “Is that all, sir?” “I will also ask, that the child be confided to me, and I will have him brought up, thanks to his little fortune, far from the mother who has forgotten him, and far from his father whom you caused to be banished.” “‘Tis well, sir; had I known that it was for so small a sum, and so trifling an interest that you had come, I should not have experienced so much anxiety. You will, however, permit me to speak to my mother on the subject.” “Monsieur le Comte,” said a servant, opening the door. “I am not at home to any one. Leave the room.” replied Emanuel, impatiently. “It is your sister, sir, who wishes to see you.” “Tell her to come by and by.” “She desires to speak to you this instant.” “Do not put yourself out of the way on my account,” said Paul. “But my sister must not see you, sir,--you comprehend it is important that she should not see you.” “As you please; but as it is important, also, that I should not leave the castle before concluding the affair which brought me here, permit me to go into this side room.” “That will do,” said Emanuel, himself opening the door; “but be quick, I beg of you.” Paul went into the small room, and Emanuel hastily closed the door upon him, which was hardly done when Marguerite appeared. CHAPTER VI. BROTHER AND SISTER. Look kindly on them; I cannot bear Severity; My heart’s so tender, should you charge me rough, I should but weep and answer you with sobbing; But use me gently, like a loving brother, And search through all the secrets of my soul.--Otway.