Herminie was with the hunchback, and for some reason or other seemed to be greatly agitated by the prospect of this meeting with Mlle. de Beaumesnil, and as the duchess, whose bosom was heaving visibly, kept her eyes fixed upon the floor, the footman had time to close the door and make his escape before Herminie recognised Ernestine. The marquis, who was enjoying this little scene immensely, gave Mlle. de Beaumesnil a meaning glance just as Herminie, surprised at the long silence, ventured to raise her eyes. "Ernestine, you here!" she exclaimed, taking a step towards her friend, then, intensely surprised, looked wonderingly at the marquis, as Mlle. de Beaumesnil, throwing herself upon Herminie's neck, embraced her tenderly, while tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. "You are weeping, Ernestine!" said Herminie, more and more astonished, but still without the slightest suspicion of the truth, though her heart was throbbing with unwonted violence. "What is the matter with you, Ernestine?" she continued. "How do you happen to be here? You do not answer me. Good Heavens! I cannot imagine why I tremble so!" And again the duchess turned inquiringly to the hunchback, whose eyes were dim with tears. "I do not know, but it seems to me something extraordinary is going on here, M. le marquis; tell me what all this means, I beseech you." "It means, my dear child, that I was a true prophet when, in talking with you about your approaching interview with Mlle. de Beaumesnil, I told you that I felt sure this meeting would afford you much more pleasure than you anticipated." "Then you knew that I would find Ernestine here, monsieur?" "I was certain of it." "You were certain of it?" "Yes, there could be no doubt of it." "Why do you say that?" "For the simple reason that--" "That what, monsieur?" "Is it possible you don't suspect?" "No, monsieur." "That the two Ernestines are one and the same person." The duchess was so far from suspecting the truth that she utterly failed to understand the import of the hunchback's reply at first, and repeated mechanically, gazing at him wonderingly all the while: "The two Ernestines are one and the same person?" Then seeing her friend gazing at her with an expression of ineffable joy and happiness, and with arms outstretched as if to embrace her, she exclaimed, overwhelmed with astonishment, and almost terror: "Mlle. de Beaumesnil! Can it be--my God! can it be that you are Mlle. de Beaumesnil?" "Yes," exclaimed the hunchback, "she is Mlle. de Beaumesnil, the daughter of the lady who loved you so much, and to whom you were so deeply attached." "Ernestine is my sister," thought the duchess.