“Your servants,” said he, “who were repeating the whole of the sorrowful story; from them I learned it all.”
“But it was risking the failure of our plan to come up here, love.”
“Forgive me,” replied Morrel; “I will go away.”
“No,” said Valentine, “you might meet someone; stay.”
“But if anyone should come here——”
The young girl shook her head. “No one will come,” said she; “do not fear, there is our safeguard,” pointing to the bed.
“But what has become of M. d’Épinay?” replied Morrel.
“M. Franz arrived to sign the contract just as my dear grandmother was dying.”
“Alas,” said Morrel with a feeling of selfish joy; for he thought this death would cause the wedding to be postponed indefinitely.