And with an excess of prudence, after looking at the messenger, he went straight into the drawing-room. _Trompe-la-Mort_ did not know that for some time past the famous constable of the detective force who had arrested him at the Maison Vauquer had a rival, who, it was supposed, would replace him. This rival was the messenger. “They are right,” said the sham messenger to Contenson, who was waiting for him in the street. “The man you describe is in the house; but he is not a Spaniard, and I will burn my hand off if there is not a bird for our net under that priest’s gown.” “He is no more a priest than he is a Spaniard,” said Contenson. “I am sure of that,” said the detective. “Oh, if only we were right!” said Contenson. Lucien had been away for two days, and advantage had been taken of his absence to lay this snare, but he returned this evening, and the courtesan’s anxieties were allayed. Next morning, at the hour when Esther, having taken a bath, was getting into bed again, Madame du Val-Noble arrived. “I have the two pills!” said her friend. “Let me see,” said Esther, raising herself with her pretty elbow buried in a pillow trimmed with lace. Madame du Val-Noble held out to her what looked like two black currants. The Baron had given Esther a pair of greyhounds of famous pedigree, which will be always known by the name of the great contemporary poet who made them fashionable; and Esther, proud of owning them, had called them by the names of their parents, Romeo and Juliet. No need here to describe the whiteness and grace of these beasts, trained for the drawing-room, with manners suggestive of English propriety. Esther called Romeo; Romeo ran up on legs so supple and thin, so strong and sinewy, that they seemed like steel springs, and looked up at his mistress. Esther, to attract his attention, pretended to throw one of the pills. “He is doomed by his nature to die thus,” said she, as she threw the pill, which Romeo crushed between his teeth. The dog made no sound, he rolled over, and was stark dead. It was all over while Esther spoke these words of epitaph. “Good God!” shrieked Madame du Val-Noble. “You have a cab waiting. Carry away the departed Romeo,” said Esther. “His death would make a commotion here. I have given him to you, and you have lost him--advertise for him. Make haste; you will have your fifty thousand francs this evening.” She spoke so calmly, so entirely with the cold indifference of a courtesan, that Madame du Val-Noble exclaimed: “You are the Queen of us all!” “Come early, and look very well----” At five o’clock Esther dressed herself as a bride. She put on her lace dress over white satin, she had a white sash, white satin shoes, and a scarf of English point lace over her beautiful shoulders. In her hair she placed white camellia flowers, the simple ornament of an innocent girl. On her bosom lay a pearl necklace worth thirty thousand francs, a gift from Nucingen.