"Because a penniless orphan like myself can make such a marriage only at the cost of the bitterest humiliation." Herminie could say no more, for just then the door-bell rang again. "Forgive me, my dear Ernestine," she exclaimed, drying her tears. "I think I know who it is that has just rung. I am obliged to see this visitor and--" "Then I will leave you, Herminie," said Ernestine, rising hastily. "I am sorry, though, to leave you in such grief." "At least wait until my visitor comes in!" "Go and open the door, then, Herminie, while I put on my hat." The duchess started towards the door, then, recollecting M. de Maillefort's deformity, she returned, and said to her friend: "My dear Ernestine, in order to spare the person I am expecting the slight annoyance which the expression of your face, when you first perceived his affliction, might cause him, I must warn you that this friend of mine is a hunchback." On hearing this, Mlle. de Beaumesnil suddenly recollected that her governess had told her that the Marquis de Maillefort had asked for Herminie's address, and a vague fear led her to ask: "Who is this friend?" "A most estimable man who made my acquaintance by the merest chance, for he is one of the greatest of _grands seigneurs_. But I must not delay too long in opening the door. Excuse me for one moment, my dear Ernestine." And Herminie disappeared, leaving Ernestine overwhelmed with consternation. A grim presentiment whispered that M. de Maillefort was about to enter and find her in Herminie's home, and though Mlle. de Beaumesnil owed her resolve to learn the truth, at any cost, to the Marquis de Maillefort's ironical remarks, and though her feelings towards him had undergone an entire change, she was not yet sure to what extent she could rely upon him, and the prospect of such a meeting was most unwelcome. Ernestine's fears were realised. Her friend returned, accompanied by the marquis. Fortunately, Herminie, noticing that the curtains of the alcove were open, hastened to close them according to her habit, so, as her back was turned towards Ernestine and M. de Maillefort for several seconds, she did not notice the evident shock that her two friends experienced at the sight of each other. M. de Maillefort gave a sudden start of astonishment on recognising Mlle. de Beaumesnil. Intense curiosity, mingled with uneasiness, was apparent in every feature. He could not believe his eyes, and he was about to speak, when Ernestine, pale and trembling, clasped her hands with such a beseeching air that the words died upon his lips. When Herminie turned, M. de Maillefort's face no longer expressed the slightest astonishment, and, doubtless, with the intention of giving Mlle. de Beaumesnil time to recover herself, he said to Herminie: "I am intruding, I am sure, mademoiselle. My visit is inopportune, perhaps."