ell me who he is, for
it puzzles me greatly. He has the head of some grand lion; he is as
generous as he is handsome, but very sad. He must have some great sorrow
on his heart. The misfortune, so far as I am concerned, is that he
cannot spoil me much longer--it is almost over now. He expects to leave
here in two days; and he has announced to me that he will come to make
his adieus, to-morrow afternoon.

"You will come soon, won't you, _ma chere demoiselle_? I burn with
impatience to embrace you, since you permit me to embrace you. You are
my angel and my sunshine, and I am your very humble and devoted servant,

"LOUISE GALET."

This letter of Mlle. Louise Galet continued nothing definite, beyond,
perhaps, the passage relative to the early vegetables, and the
supposed scenes with her _chambriere_. Whatever may have been the good
demoiselle's past record, she certainly was not void of principles, and
she prided herself on her truthfulness; only she did not always see
the necessity of telling everything she knew; in her narratives she
frequently omitted certain details. She had written at the instigation
of Samuel Brohl, who had not explained to her his motives. To be sure,
she had partially divined these, being shrewd and sly. He had commended
himself to her discretion, for which he had paid liberally. Mlle. Galet
had at first refused the round sum he had offered her; she had ended by
accepting it with tender gratitude. These little pampering attentions
make good friends.

An audacious idea suddenly came to Mlle. Moriaz; there was no time to
recoil from it. She ordered up her coupe. M. Moriaz had just gone out
to make a call in the neighbourhood. She determined to profit by his
absence, and besought Mlle. Moiseney to make ready in haste to accompany
her to Paris, where she had to confer with her dressmaker. Ten minutes
later she stepped into her carriage, having ordered her coachman to
drive like the wind.

Her dressmaker did not detain her long; from the Rue de la Paix she
ordered to be driven to No. 27 Rue Mouffetard. She never was in the
habit of permitting Mlle. Moiseney, who was very short of breath, to
climb with her to the fifth story, where Mlle. Galet lodged; upon this
occasion she indicated to her an express order to remain peaceably below
in the coupe to await her return.

She slowly mounted the stairs; on her way up she encountered a servant,
who informed her that Mlle. Galet was lying down taking a nap