"And trembles," insisted the lieutenant, "when she hears her husband's footstep. What good can riches be to her? She would have been happier with Hallberg." "I do not know," rejoined the captain, "why you always looked upon that attachment as something so decided. It never appeared so to me; and you yourself say that D'Effernay is very jealous, which I believe him to be, for he is a man of strong passions; and this very circumstance causes me to doubt the rest of your story. Jealousy has sharp eyes, and D'Effernay would have discovered a rival in Hallberg, and not proved himself the friend he always was to our poor comrade." "That does not follow at all," rejoined the lieutenant, "it only proves that the lovers were very cautious. So far, however, I agree with you. I believe that if D'Effernay had suspected any thing of the kind he would have murdered Hallberg." A shudder passed through Edward's veins. "Murdered!" he repeated in a hollow voice; "do you not judge too harshly of this man when you hint the possibility of such a thing?" "That does he, indeed," said the old man; "these gentlemen are all angry with D'Effernay, because he has carried off the prettiest girl in the country. But I am told he does not intend remaining where he now lives. He wishes to sell his estates." "Really," inquired the captain, "and where is he going?" "I have no idea," replied the other; "but he is selling every thing off. One manor is already disposed of, and there have been people already in negotiation for the place where he resides." The conversation now turned on the value of D'Effernay's property, and of land in general, &c.