“Is it possible?”
Then the old man, looking at her half surprised, said,—
“What! after all you have seen of M. de Brevan, you have never suspected him of meditating your death?”
“Why, yes! I sometimes thought so.”
“Well, this time you were right, madam. Ah! you do not know your enemies yet. But I know them, I; for I have had a chance of measuring the depth of their wickedness. And there your safety would lie, if you would follow my advice.”
“I will, sir.”
Papa Ravinet was evidently a little embarrassed. He said, however,—
“You see, madam, I shall have to ask you to trust me blindly.”
“I will trust you blindly.”
“It is of the utmost importance that you should escape out of reach of M. de Brevan; he must lose every trace of you. You will, consequently, have to leave this house.”