"Why, what are you afraid of?" said Marston. "You haven't, I hope, got a little French milliner behind your screen, like Joseph Surface, who, I think, would have made a very pretty Jesuit. Why should you object to light?" "Your ribaldry is out of place here," said Carmel, who knew very well that Marston had not come to talk nonsense, and recount his adventures in Spain; and that his business, whatever it may be, was likely to be odious. "What right have you to enter my room? What right to speak to me anywhere?" "Come, Carmel, don't be unreasonable; you know very well I can be of use to you." "You can be of none," answered Carmel, a little startled; "and if you could, I would not have you. Leave my room, sir." "You can exorcise some evil spirits, but not me, till I've said my say," answered Marston, with a smile that looked grim and cynical in the moonlight. "I say I can be of use to you." "It's enough; I won't have it; go," said Carmel, with a sterner emphasis. Marston smiled again, and looked at him. "Well, I can be of use," he said, "and I don't want particularly to be of use to you; but you can do me a kindness, and it is better to do it quietly than upon compulsion. Will you be of use to me? I'll show you how?" "God forbid!" said Carmel, quickly. "It is nothing good, I'm sure." Marston looked at him with an evil eye; it was a sneer of intense anger. After some seconds he said, his eyes still fixed askance on Mr. Carmel: "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive, et cæa--eh? I suppose you sometimes pray your paternoster? A pretty time you have kept up that old grudge against me--haven't you--about Ginevra?" He kept his eyes on Carmel, as if he enjoyed the spectacle of the torture he applied, and liked to see the wince and quiver that accompanied its first thrill. At the word, Edwyn Carmel's eyes started up from the floor, to which they had been lowered, with a flash to the face of his visitor. His forehead flushed; he remained speechless for some seconds. Marston did not smile; his features were fixed, but there was a secret, cruel smile in his eyes as he watched these evidences of agitation. "Well, I should not have said the name; I should not have alluded to it; I did wrong," he said, after some seconds; "but I was going, before you riled me, to say how really I blame myself, now, for all that deplorable business. I do, upon my soul! What more can a fellow say, when reparation is impossible, than that he is sorry? Is not repentance all that a man like me can offer? I saw you were thinking of it; you vexed me; I was angry, and I could not help saying what I did. Now do let that miserable subject drop; and hear me, on quite another, without excitement. It is not asking a great deal." Carmel placed his hand to his head, as if he had not heard what he said, and then groaned.