"Well, well, let us speak of it no more, not a word of this before Helene—I will undertake to tell her."
"And I, to get back your son-in-law."
"No, no, he has escaped, let him profit by it."
As the regent spoke these words a noise was heard in the neighboring room, and a servant entering, hurriedly announced—
"Monsieur Gaston de Chanlay."
Dubois turned pale as death, and his face assumed an expression of threatening anger. The regent rose in a transport of joy, which brought a bright color into his face—there was as much pleasure in this face, rendered sublime by confidence, as there was compressed fury in Dubois's sharp and malignant countenance.
THE REGENT.—Page [544.]
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