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had hatched some scheme together although I did not know whether

the plot had come to anything, or whether it was still only in

the stage of being talked of. Likewise I was aware, in part, of

a family secret--namely, that, last year, the Frenchman had

bailed the General out of debt, and given him 30,000 roubles

wherewith to pay his Treasury dues on retiring from the service.

And now, of course, the General was in a vice -- although the

chief part in the affair was being played by Mlle. Blanche. Yes,

of this last I had no doubt.

But WHO was this Mlle. Blanche? It was said of her that she was

a Frenchwoman of good birth who, living with her mother,

possessed a colossal fortune. It was also said that she was some

relation to the Marquis, but only a distant one a cousin, or

cousin-german, or something of the sort. Likewise I knew that,

up to the time of my journey to Paris, she and the Frenchman had

been more ceremonious towards our party--they had stood on a much

more precise and delicate footing with them; but that now their

acquaintanceship--their friendship, their intimacy--had taken on a

much more off-hand and rough-and-ready air. Perhaps they thought

that our means were too modest for them, and, therefore, unworthy

of politeness or reticence. Also, for the last three days I had

noticed certain looks which Astley had kept throwing at Mlle.

Blanche and her mother; and it had occurred to me that he must

have had some previous acquaintance with the pair. I had even

surmised that the Frenchman too must have met Mr. Astley before.

Astley was a man so shy, reserved, and taciturn in his manner

that one might have looked for anything from him. At all events

the Frenchman accorded him only the slightest of greetings, and

scarcely even looked at him. Certainly he did not seem to be

afraid of him; which was intelligible enough. But why did Mlle.

Blanche also never look at the Englishman?--particularly since,

a propos of something or another, the Marquis had declared the

Englishman to be immensely and indubitably rich? Was not that a

sufficient reason to make Mlle. Blanche look at the Englishman?

Anyway the General seemed extremely uneasy; and, one could well

understand what a telegram to announce the death of his mother

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