M. de Brevan hesitated, and then answered, speaking very rapidly, and after having looked around cautiously,—
“Because M. Elgin might very well cherish a hope of replacing Daniel in your heart, and of becoming your husband.”
“Great God!” exclaimed Henrietta, sinking back in her chair with an expression of horror. “Is it possible?”
“I am quite sure of it,” replied M. Brevan.
And, as if he had been frightened himself by what he had said, he added,—
“Yes, I am quite sure. I have read the heart of that man; and before long you will have some terrible evidence of his intentions. But I pray, madam, let this remain a secret between us, to be kept religiously. Never allow yourself the slightest allusion.”
“What can I do?” murmured the poor girl, “what can I do? You alone, sir, can advise me.”
For some time M. de Brevan continued silent; then he said in a very sad voice,—
“My experience, madam, supplies me with but one advice,—be patient; say little; do as little as possible; and endeavor to appear insensible to their insults. I would say to you, if you will excuse the triviality of the comparison, imitate those feeble insects who simulate death when they are touched. They are defenceless; and that is their only chance of escape.”
He had risen; and, while bowing deeply before Henrietta, he added,—