"Enough of this," said M. Felix, "I capitulate. Nothing can be done to-night. Come to me to-morrow, and we will make terms. I can say no more."
"Perhaps not," said Dr. Peterssen. "You will be here to-morrow?"
"I will be here."
"At noon?"
"At noon."
"Then we will go into accounts."
"As you will."
"Attend to me, dear friend. By my blood, by my life, if you deceive me, if you attempt to evade me, if you try once again to escape, I will make the story public through Gerald's wife! Then you may say your prayers--which will be a novel thing for you to do." He raised his hand and swore a frightful oath that he would do as he threatened if he did not find M. Felix at home at the time he had named.
"You will find me at home," said M. Felix, sullenly.
"What noise is that?" asked Dr. Peterssen, as the sound of the shutting of the street-door came to his ears.