And Herminie, proud of her friend, and anxious to see her appreciated as she deserved to be, proceeded to describe Ernestine's courageous rescue of Commander Bernard. The emotion of the marquis on hearing this unexpected revelation, which revealed Mlle. de Beaumesnil in a new and most attractive light, can be imagined. "She certainly displayed wonderful courage and generosity of heart!" he cried. Then he added: "I was sure of it! You could not choose your friends other than judiciously, my dear child. But who is this brave young girl?" "An orphan like myself, monsieur, who supports herself by her own exertions. She is an embroiderer." "Ah, an embroiderer! But as she, too, is an orphan, she lives alone, I suppose?" "No, monsieur, she lives with a relative, who took her, last Sunday evening, to a small entertainment, where I met her for the first tame." The marquis knit his brows. For an instant he was almost tempted to believe that one of the Rochaigues was implicated in this mystery, but his implicit faith in Herminie caused him to reject that idea, though he wondered how Mlle. de Beaumesnil had managed to absent herself from her guardian's house for an entire evening, without the knowledge of the baron or his family. He asked himself, too, with no less astonishment, how Ernestine had managed to secure several hours of entire freedom that very morning, but fearing he would arouse Herminie's suspicions by questioning her further, he remarked: "It is pleasant for me to know that you have a friend so worthy of you, and it seems to me," added the hunchback, "that she could not have come more opportunely." "And why, monsieur?" "You know you have given me the privilege of being perfectly frank with you." "Certainly, monsieur." "Very well, then, it seems to me that you are not in your accustomed good spirits. You look pale, and it is very evident that you have been weeping, my poor child." "I assure you, monsieur--" "And all this is the more noticeable because you seemed so perfectly happy the last two or three times I saw you. Yes, contentment could be read on every feature; it even imparted to your beauty such a radiance and expansiveness that--as you may perhaps remember, from the rarity of the thing--I complimented you upon your radiant beauty. Think of it! I, who am the very poorest flatterer that ever lived!" added the hunchback, probably in the hope of bringing a smile to Herminie's lips. But the girl, unable to conquer her sadness, replied: "The change in my appearance which you speak of is probably due to the fright that Ernestine's narrow escape caused me, monsieur." The marquis, sure now that Herminie was suffering from some grief that she wished to conceal, insisted no further, but said: