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have to tell me where they are, if he has not got them,โ€ returned Andre.

They left the house, and as soon as they were again in the street Andre took his companionโ€™s arm, and hurried him off in the direction of the Rue de Grammont.

โ€œI donโ€™t want to give this thief, Verminet, time to warn Van Klopen of what has taken place; I had rather fall upon him with the suddenness of an earthquake. Come, let us go to his establishment at once.โ€





CHAPTER XXIV. THE VANISHING BILLS.

Had Andre known a little more of the man he had to deal with, he would have learned that no one could fall like an earthquake upon Van Klopen. Shut up in the sanctum where he composed the numberless costumes that were the wonder and delight of Paris, Van Klopen made as careful arrangements to secure himself from the interview as the Turk does to guard the approaches to his seraglio; and so Andre and Gandelu were accosted in the entrance hall by his stately footmen, clad in gorgeous liveries, glittering with gold.

โ€œM. van Klopen is of the utmost importance,โ€ asserted Andre.

โ€œOur master is composing.โ€

Entreaties, threats, and even a bribe of one hundred francs were alike useless; and Andre, seeing that he was about to be checkmated, was half tempted to take the men by the collar and hurl them on one side, but he calmed himself, and, already repenting of his violence at Verminetโ€™s, he determined on a course of submission, and so meekly followed the footmen into the famous waiting-room, styled by Van Klopen his purgatory. The footmen, however, had spoken the truth, for several ladies of the highest rank and standing were awaiting the return of this arbiter elegantiarum. All of them turned as the young men enteredโ€”all save one, who was gazing out of the window, drawing with her pretty fingers on the window panes. Andre recognized her in an instant as Madame de Bois Arden.

โ€œIs it possible?โ€ thought he. โ€œCan the Countess have returned here after what has occurred?โ€

Gaston felt that five charming pairs of eyes were fixed upon him, and studied to assume his most graceful posture.

After a brief time given to arrangement, Andre grew disgusted.

โ€œI wish that she would look round,โ€ said he to himself. โ€œI think she would feel rather ashamed. I will say a word to her.โ€

He rose from his chair, and, without thinking how terribly he might compromise the lady, he took up a position at her side. She was, however, intently watching something that was going on in the street, and did not turn her head.

โ€œMadame,โ€ said he.

She started, and, as she turned and recognized Andre, she uttered a little cry of surprise.

โ€œGreat heavens! is that you?โ€

โ€œYes, it is I.โ€

โ€œAnd here? I dare say that my presence in this place surprises you,โ€ she went on, โ€œand that I have a short memory, and no feelings of pride.โ€

Andre made no reply, and his silence was a sufficient rejoinder to the question.

โ€œYou do me a great injustice,โ€ muttered the Countess. โ€œI am here because De Breulh told me that in your interests I ought to pardon Van Klopen, and go to him again as I used to do; so you see, M. Andre, that it is never safe to judge by appearance, and a woman more than anything else.โ€

โ€œWill you forgive me?โ€ asked Andre earnestly.

The lady interrupted him by a little wave of her hand, invisible to all save to him, which clearly said,โ€”

โ€œTake care; we are not alone.โ€

She once more turned her eyes towards the street, and he mechanically did the same. By this means their faces were hidden from observation.

โ€œDe Breulh,โ€ went on the lady, โ€œhas heard a good deal about De Croisenois, and, as no doubt you can guess, but very little to his credit, and quite enough to justify any father in refusing him his daughterโ€™s hand; but in this case it is evident to me that De Mussidan is yielding to a secret pressure. We must ferret out some hidden crime in De Croisenoisโ€™ past which will force him to withdraw his proposal.โ€

โ€œI shall find one,โ€ muttered Andre.

โ€œBut remember there is no time to be lost. According to our agreement, I treat him in the most charming manner, and he thinks that I am entirely devoted to his interests, and to-morrow I have arranged to introduce him to the Count and Countess at the Hotel de Mussidan, where the Count and Countess have agreed to receive him.โ€

Andre started at this news.

โ€œI saw,โ€ continued the lady, โ€œthat you were quite right in the opinion you had formed, for in the first place the common danger has almost reconciled the Count and Countess affectionately to each other, though it is notorious that they have always lived in the most unhappy manner. Their faces are careworn and full of anxiety, and they watch every movement of Sabine with eager eyes. I think that they look upon her as a means of safety, but shudder at the sacrifice she is making on their account.โ€

โ€œAnd Sabine?โ€

โ€œHer conduct is perfectly sublime, and she is ready to consummate the sacrifice without a murmur. Her self-sacrificing devotion is perfectly admirable; but what is more admirable still is the way in which she conceals the suffering that she endures from her parents. Noble-hearted girl! she is calm and silent, but she has always been so. She has grown thinner, and perhaps her cheek is a trifle paler, but her forehead was burning and seemed to scorch my lips as I kissed her. With this exception, however, there was nothing else about her that would betray her tortures. Modeste, her maid, told me, moreover, that when night came she seemed utterly worn out, and the poor girl, with tears in her eyes, declared โ€˜that her dear mistress was killing herself.โ€™โ€

Andreโ€™s eyes overflowed with tears.

โ€œWhat have I done to deserve such love?โ€ asked he.

A door suddenly opened, and Andre and the Viscountess turned hastily at the sound. It was Van Klopen who came in, crying, according to his usual custom,โ€”

โ€œWell, and whose turn is it next?โ€

When, however, he saw Gaston, his face grew white, and it was with a smile that he stepped towards him, motioning back the lady whose turn it was, and who protested loudly against this injustice.

โ€œAh, M. de Gandelu,โ€ said he, โ€œyou have come, I suppose, to bespeak some fresh toilettes for that exquisite creature, Zora de Chantemille?โ€

โ€œNot to-day,โ€ returned Gaston. โ€œZora is

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