"He called her his niece; but I should doubt if he had any relation on this side the Styx so human as a niece." "You seem to have no great predilection for our host." "My dear Vaudemont, between our blunt, soldierly natures, and those wily, icy, sneering intellects, there is the antipathy of the dog to the cat." "Perhaps so on our side, not on his--or why does he invite us?" "London is empty; there is no one else to ask. We are new faces, new minds to him. We amuse him more than the hackneyed comrades he has worn out. Besides, he plays--and you, too. Fie on you!" "Liancourt, I had two objects in knowing that man, and I pay to the toll for the bridge. When I cease to want the passage, I shall cease to pay the toll." "But the bridge may be a draw-bridge, and the moat is devilish deep below. Without metaphor, that man may ruin you before you know where you are." "Bah! I have my eyes open. I know how much to spend on the rogue whose service I hire as a lackey's; and I know also where to stop. Liancourt," he added, after a short pause, and in a tone deep with suppressed passion, "when I first saw that man, I thought of appealing to his heart for one who has a claim on it. That was a vain hope. And then there came upon me a sterner and deadlier thought--the scheme of the Avenger! This Lilburne--this rogue whom the world sets up to worship--ruined, body and soul ruined--one whose name the world gibbets with scorn! Well, I thought to avenge that man. In his own house--amidst you all--I thought to detect the sharper, and brand the cheat!" "You startle me!--It has been whispered, indeed, that Lord Lilburne is dangerous,--but skill is dangerous. To cheat!--an Englishman!--a nobleman!--impossible!" "Whether he do or not," returned Vaudemont, in a calmer tone, "I have foregone the vengeance, because he is--" "Is what?" "No matter," said Vaudemont aloud, but he added to himself,--"Because he is the grandfather of Fanny!" "You are very enigmatical to-day." "Patience, Liancourt; I may solve all the riddles that make up my life, yet. Bear with me a little longer. And now can you help me to a lawyer?--a man experienced, indeed, and of repute, but young, active, not overladen with business;--I want his zeal and his time, for a hazard that your monopolists of clients may not deem worth their devotion." "I can recommend you, then, the very man you require. I had a suit some years ago at Paris, for which English witnesses were necessary. My _avocat_ employed a solicitor here whose activity in collecting my evidence gained my cause. I will answer for his diligence and his honesty." "His address?" "Mr. Barlow--somewhere by the Strand--let me see--Essex-yes, Essex Street." "Then good-bye to you for the present.--You dine at Lord Lilburne's too?" "Yes. Adieu till then."