come and see me as soon as he arrived, or to send me word where I
could find him.

Next day, in the morning, I received a letter from Duval, telling
me of his return, and asking me to call on him, as he was so worn
out with fatigue that it was impossible for him to go out.



Chapter 6

I found Armand in bed. On seeing me he held out a burning hand.
"You are feverish," I said to him. "It is nothing, the fatigue of
a rapid journey; that is all." "You have been to see Marguerite's
sister?" "Yes; who told you?" "I knew it. Did you get what you
wanted?"

"Yes; but who told you of my journey, and of my reason for taking
it?"

"The gardener of the cemetery."

"You have seen the tomb?"

I scarcely dared reply, for the tone in which the words were
spoken proved to me that the speaker was still possessed by the
emotion which I had witnessed before, and that every time his
thoughts or speech travelled back to that mournful subject
emotion would still, for a long time to come, prove stronger than
his will. I contented myself with a nod of the head.