"At these words Mlle. Marguerite rose. "’That is enough,’ she said.—’M. Laubépin, throw that contract into the fire. Mother, let this gentleman’s presents be returned.’ "Then she rose and left us like an outraged queen. Mme. Laroque followed her, and at the same time I threw the contract into the fireplace. "’Sir,’ said M. de Bévallan in a threatening tone, ’there’s some trickery in this, and I will find it out.’ "’Sir,’ I replied, ’allow me to explain it to you. A young lady, who, with a just pride, values herself very highly, feared that your offer might have been influenced by her wealth; she wished to be certain; she has no longer any doubts. I have the honour to wish you good-day!’ "Thereupon, my friend, I went after the ladies, and—upon my honour—they embraced me. "A quarter of an hour later, M. de Bévallan left the château with my colleague from Rennes. His departure and disgrace have naturally loosened the servants’ tongues, and very soon his imprudent intrigue with Mlle. Hélouin was revealed. The young lady, already suspected on other grounds for some time past, has asked to be released from her duties, and the request has been granted. It is needless to say that our ladies will secure her future. "Well, my dear fellow, what do you say to all this? Are you worse? You’re as pale as death!" This unexpected news had aroused so many emotions—pleasant and painful—that I felt myself on the point of losing consciousness. M. Laubépin, who has to leave at daybreak to-morrow, came back this evening to wish me farewell. After some embarrassed remarks from us both, he said: "Never mind, my dear boy, I’ll not cross-examine you on what is going on here; but if you should require a confidant and a counsellor, I ask you to give me the preference." As a matter of fact, I could not confide in a heart more sympathetic or more friendly. I gave the worthy old gentleman the particulars of my relations with Mlle. Marguerite. I even read some pages of this journal to him to show him more exactly the state of affairs, and also the state of my heart. I hid nothing from him save M. Laroque’s secret. When I had finished, M. Laubépin, who had suddenly become very thoughtful, began: