“I do not understand you. I do not know what you mean.”
He shrugged his shoulders, and continued in an icy tone,—
“Do me the honor to think that I am not altogether a fool. I have seen the letter which you have sent to the minister, signed with my name. I have held that masterpiece of forgery in my hand and know now how you free yourself of my presence!”
Miss Brandon interrupted him with an angry gesture,—
“Then it is really so! He has done it; he has dared do it!”
“Who is this he? M. Thomas Elgin, no doubt?”
“No, not he; another man.”
“Name him!”
She hesitated, hung her head, and then said with a great effort,—
“I knew they wished to separate us; and, without knowing precisely what means they would employ, I suspected them. And, when I came to you the other day, I wanted to say to you, ‘Have a care!’ and you, M. Champcey, you drove me from you.”