"Be reasonable," replied Camille. "I placed myself at Count Larinski's disposal: you cannot require me to fight with a Samuel Brohl!" Samuel sprang to his feet; with fierce bearing and head erect he advanced to the young man, who awaited him unflinchingly, and whose resolute manner awed him. He cast upon him a sinister look, turned and reseated himself, bit his lips until the blood came; then said in a placid voice:-- "Will you do me the favor of telling me, monsieur, to what I owe the honor of this visit?" "I came to demand of you a portrait that Mademoiselle Moriaz is desirous of having returned." "If I refuse to give it up, you will doubtless appeal to my delicacy?" "Do you doubt it?" ironically replied Camille. "That proves, monsieur, that you still believe in Count Larinski; that it is to him you speak at this moment." "You deceive yourself. I came to see Samuel Brohl, who is a business man, and it is a commercial transaction that I intend to hold with him." And drawing from his pocket a portemonnaie, he added, "You see I do not come empty-handed." Samuel settled himself in his arm-chair. Half closing his eyes, he watched M. Langis through his eye-lashes. A change passed over his features: his nose became more crooked, and his chin more pointed; he no longer resembled a lion,--he was a fox. His lips wore the sugared smile of a usurer, one who lays snares for the sons of wealthy families, and who scents out every favorable case. If at this moment Jeremiah Brohl had seen him from the other world, he would have recognized his own flesh and blood. He said at last to Camille, "You are a man of understanding, monsieur; I am ready to listen to you." "I am very glad of it, and to speak frankly, I had no doubts about it. I knew you to be very intelligent, very much disposed to make the best of an unpleasant conjuncture." "Ah! spare my modesty. I thank you for your excellent opinion of me; I should warn you that I am accused of being greedy after gain. You will leave some of the feathers from your wings between my fingers." For a reply M. Langis significantly patted the portemonnaie which he held in his hand, and which was literally stuffed with bank-notes. Immediately Samuel took from a locked drawer a casket, and proceeded to open it. "This is a very precious gem," he said. "The medallion is gold, and the work on the miniature is exquisite. It is a masterpiece--the color equals the design. The mouth is marvelously rendered. Mengs or Liotard could not have done better. At what do you value this work of art?" "You are more of a connoisseur than I. I will leave it to your own valuation." "I will let you have the trinket for five thousand francs; it is almost nothing."