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| for her mornings work in the countess
room.
She found Nine de Treilles in an ex-
| ceedingly bad humor, the task of enter
tanning her proving in consequence so
| difficult, that she forgot her CONVERSE
ton with Raoul, puzzling and unsatis-
factory as she had considered it. An in
significant circumstance, however, re-
called 1t to her mind, and was the cause
of her being unexpectedly enlightened as,
to the real nature of Sauvignys Difficult
ties.
Being dismissed by her tiresome charge
earlier than usual, she betook herself to
Justines room, intending to volunteer
her assistance in mending the linen. The
maid was occupied in darning an exceed
ingly smart silk sock, which Molly rec
ognized as belonging to CASTOR; Little
pile of others, equally gorgeous, lying on
the table beside her.
"Regardez- moi car said Justine; "hen,
are they not beautiful? One must con-
fess that NJ sieu has perfect taste 1t is
not our poor M'sieu lie baron who can
wear such things, though his nephew can
at his eXpenSe!"
AT his expense!" echoed Molly in sur
prise. 1t had never occurred to her that
Castor could be dependent on his uncle,
Certainly responded Justine. He
has not a sou, M sieu CASTOR, but he
lives in princely fashion all the same;
therefore, as somebody must pay-his
uncle does"
''But why does he allow him to be ex-
travagant?" cried Molly Indignantly.
why does he not refuse to give him
money to squander when he himself has
barely the necessaries of life?'
oh NJ lie Comte does not ask him for
money. He sets about it more cleVerly
than that. He comes tout doucement to
embrace his mother, and just picks her
pocket at the same time. He knows
that NJ. lie Baron will never let her want
and that what he takes will be replaced.
Then, every now and then, when his
debts accumulate, there is a scene. M.
Raoul is angry, and swears he will not
let him have another sou; Nine. la, Com
tesse faints; NJ. lie Conte promises-oh,
promises cost nothing, as mademoiselle
knows-and it always ends in the same
way. NJ. lie Baron pays, and M. lie Comte
recommences. That expedition to HON.
burgs for instance, must have cost some
thing, and last year it was the same
story. Nothing like cards for making
money fly
''Wno would have thought that he
could be so wicked, so ungrateful!' in
terrupted Molly.
"Ah, ungrateful, that is indeed the
word!' assented Justine, with sudden
heat. IF mademoiselle only knew all
NJ. lie Baron has done for him, she
would still less understand such conduct.
When l remember that it was the late
count. M. Gaston's father, who first
brought ruin to my master and that he,
the son, owes him everything he has,
there are moments said Justine, solemn
ly, when, instead of darning our fine
young gentleman's socks, I should like to
plunge my needle in his body"'
Molly was too much concerned at the
former part of the maids speech to be
amused at the sanguinary desire express
ed In the latter. She did not speak, but
her eyes expressed so much wonder and
compassion that Justine, sure of a SYM
pathetic listener, embarked without more
ado on the story Of Rao1l's life