In the mean time, Michel Voss had reached Basle, arriving there some
five hours before Marie's letter, and, in his ignorance of the law,
had made his futile attempt to intercept the letter before it
reached the hands of M. Urmand. But he was with Urmand when the
letter was delivered, and endeavoured to persuade his young friend
not to open it. But in doing this he was obliged to explain, to a
certain extent, what was the nature of the letter. He was obliged
to say so much about it as to justify the unhappy lover in asserting
that it would be better for them all that he should know the
contents. 'At any rate, you will promise not to believe it,' said
Michel. And he did succeed in obtaining from M. Urmand a sort of
promise that he would not regard the words of the letter as in truth
expressing Marie's real resolution. 'Girls, you know, are such
queer cattle,' said Michel. 'They think about all manner of things,
and then they don't know what they are thinking.'
'But who is the other man?' demanded Adrian, as soon as he had
finished the letter. Any one judging from his countenance when he
asked the question would have imagined that in spite of his promise
he believed every word that had been written to him. His face was a
picture of blank despair, and his voice was low and hoarse. 'You
must know whom she means,' he added, when Michel did not at once
reply.
'Yes; I know whom she means.'
'Who is it then, M. Voss?'
'It is George, of course,' replied the innkeeper.
'I did not know,' said poor Adrian Urmand.
'She never spoke a dozen words to any other man in her life, and as
for him, she has hardly seen him for the last eighteen months. He
has come over and said something to her, like a traitor,--has
reminded her of some childish promise, some old vow, something said
when they were children, and meaning nothing; and so he has
frightened her.'
'I was never told that there was anything between them,' said
Urmand, beginning to think that it would become him to be indignant.
'There was nothing to tell,--literally nothing.'
'They must have been writing to each other.'
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