“Have you not a cousin, a widow lady, who had two daughters, living at St. Remy?” asked Louis.
“Yes, Mme. de Lagors.”
“Precisely so. What fortune has she?”
“She is poor, monsieur, very poor.”
“And, but for the assistance you render her secretly, she would be thrown upon the charity of the world.”
Mme. Fauvel was bewildered at finding the marquis so well informed of her private affairs.
“How could you have discovered this?” she asked.
“Oh, I know all about this affair, and many others besides. I know, for example, that your husband has never met any of your relatives, and that he is not even aware of the existence of your cousin De Lagors. Do you begin to comprehend my plan?”
She not only understood it, but also knew that she would end by being a party to it.
“All will succeed if you follow my instructions,” said Louis. “To-morrow or next day, you will receive a letter from your cousin at St. Remy, telling you that she has sent her son to Paris on a visit, and begs you to receive and watch over him. Naturally you show this letter to your husband; and a few days afterward he warmly welcomes your nephew, Raoul de Lagors, a handsome, rich, attractive young man, who does everything he can to please you both.”