"What is this paper?" asked the Prince, making no motion to take it from her eager hand. "It is a note which this impostor wrote to her and to her sister." "And obtained how?" he questioned, a little pale, but keeping himself well in hand. "Obtained by Monsieur Tellier," replied the duchess. "It does not matter how." "No," said the Prince, "perhaps not; yet one can easily guess. By bribing the chambermaid, perhaps; by forcing a lock; by rifling her desk, examining her private papers. Oh, it is abominable!" and he turned upon the Frenchman, fury in his eyes. "No, no, Monsieur le Prince!" protested Tellier. "It was none of these--I swear it! She left the note lying quite carelessly--" But the Prince was upon him. With one hand at the back of his neck, he steered him, sputtering, to the door. "Glück!" he cried, and pitched the Frenchman into the arms of the faithful servant. The duchess, sitting within the room, caught the sound of a scuffle, of fierce swearing; then a succession of dull bumps sounded through the apartment. The Prince closed the door and turned back to her. "But, my dear Fritz!" she protested. "It may be true that Tellier is abominable, yet sometimes one must use such instruments--surely, at this moment, we are justified in using any instrument. I have paid him, thank heaven! You must listen to reason. You have been fooled--we have all been fooled--they have been playing with us--laughing at us behind our backs for our simplicity--the girl as well as the others." "No!" he said, fiercely. "No!" "Fritz," she cried, her voice trembling, a mist before her eyes as she looked at him, "you believe that I love you, do you not--oh, better than anything else in the world. You believe that I desire your happiness! But it must be happiness with honour, Fritz, as becomes a Markeld. You have your name to consider, your house. You know that I would rather--oh, a hundred times!--wound myself than wound you! You must listen, then, when I tell you that this girl is not worthy of you; when I tell you that this note proves it!" "Read it!" he commanded, in a hoarse voice. "Read it, then!" "'Lord Vernon will be deeply grateful,'" she read, "'if he is not mentioned in connection with to-day's adventure.' To-day's adventure--when he kicked Jax away from her. Can you doubt? Can you be so stupid as to doubt? These Americans--they have no sense of honour!" He turned to the window without answering, but his face was drawn and white. CHAPTER XVIII Man's perfidy To Archibald Rushford, sitting ruminant in his room, staring absently out at the dunes and the sea, his paper forgotten, there entered presently Susie--a rather subdued Susie, as he noted from the corner of his eye--who drew up a chair very close to his and sat down and propped her chin in her hands and looked up at him.