“Ah! You lie impudently, sir!” said Henrietta.
To this charge, which fell like a blow upon his face, he only replied,—
“I have proofs.”
“What proofs?”
“Letters written by M. Champcey to Sarah. I have obtained two; and I have them here in my pocket-book.”
He put at the same time his hand to his pocket. She stopped him.
“These letters would prove nothing to me, sir.”
“But”—
She cast a withering glance at him, and said, in a voice of unbearable contempt,—
“Those who have sent a letter to the Navy Department, which pretended to have been written by Daniel, cannot find any difficulty in imitating his signature. Let us break off here, sir. I forbid you ever to speak to me again.”