and we parted without another word on either side. * * * *

"I am weary, weary, weary--worn down by misery. I cannot read what I
have written with this gaunt hand.

"Early in the morning, the rouleau of gold was left at my door in a
little box, with my name on the outside. From the first, I had
anxiously considered what I ought to do. I decided, that day, to write
privately to the Minister, stating the nature of the two cases to which
I had been summoned, and the place to which I had gone: in effect,
stating all the circumstances. I knew what Court influence was, and
what the immunities of the Nobles were, and I expected that the matter
would never be heard of; but, I wished to relieve my own mind. I had
kept the matter a profound secret even from my wife; and this, too, I
resolved to state in my letter. I had no apprehension whatever of my
real danger; but I was conscious that there might be danger for others,
if others were compromised by possessing the knowledge that I possessed.

"I was much engaged that day, and could not complete my letter that
night. I rose long before my usual time next morning to finish it. It
was the last day of the year. The letter was lying before me just
completed when I was told that a lady waited, who wished to see me. *
* * *

"I am growing more and more unequal to the task I have set myself. It
is so cold, so dark, my senses are so benumbed, and the gloom upon me
is so dreadful.

"The lady was young, engaging, and handsome, but not marked for long
life. She was in great agitation. She presented herself to me as the
wife of the Marquis St. Evremonde. I connected the title by which the
boy had addressed the elder brother, with the initial letter
embroidered on the scarf, and had no difficulty in arriving at the
conclusion that I had seen that nobleman very lately.

"My memory is still accurate, but I cannot write the words of our
conversation. I suspect that I am watched more closely than I was, and
I know not at what times I may be watched. She had in part suspected,
and in part discovered, the main facts of the cruel story, of her
husband's share in it, and my being resorted to. She did not know that
the girl was dead. Her hope had been, she said in great distress, to
show her, in secret, a woman's sympathy. Her hope had been to avert
the wrath of Heaven from a House that had long been hateful to the
suffering many. She had reasons for believing that there wa