“Deeper than I wish him to be,” said the Jew.
“Have no fears on that account. He 'll soon acquit all his debts,” said the other. “Good-night, Morlache.” And with this abrupt leave-taking he withdrew.
CHAPTER XXX. A SAD EXIT.
The French Secretary of Legation was just going to bed as his servant handed him a card from Lord Norwood, with a few words scribbled in pencil.
“Yes, by all means. Tell my Lord to come in,” said he; and Norwood entered.
“You remember an old pledge you once made me,” said the Viscount, smiling. “I have come to claim it.”
“Diantre! the case must be pressing that would not wait till daylight.”
“So it is; and so you will agree with me in thinking it when I tell you all,” said Norwood. “The first point is, may I reckon upon you?”
“Of course; my word is sacred.”