"She declares she knows."
"And she is the daughter of Countess M'Gregor!" said the notary to himself, "who just now offered me so much to say that her child was not dead! And the child lives. I can restore her to her! Yes; but this false certificate of death—if any inquiry is made, I am lost! This crime may put them on the scent of others." After a moment's thought, he said to Madame Seraphin, "This one-eyed woman knows where the girl is?"
"Yes."
"And this woman will return to-morrow?"
"To-morrow."
"Write to Polidori to be here to-night at nine o'clock."
"Do you mean to get rid of the girl and the old woman? It will be too much for one time, Ferrand!"
"I tell you to write to Folidori to be here to-night by nine o'clock."
At the close of this day, Rudolph said to Murphy, who had not been able to see the notary, "Let M. de Graun send a courtier off at once. Cicily must be in Paris in six days."
"Once more that infernal she-devil! the execrable wife of poor David, as handsome as she is infamous! For what good, your highness?"