This is a sad truth; but the perpetual sight of an easy prey awakens sanguinary appetites, however languid.
Returned home, Paula reflected for a long time on the mysterious words of Iris, in reference to the presentation of Bertha at the Hôtel Lambert,—
"Now you have nothing more to desire; your wishes shall be realised whenever you please to give me the signal."
A secret instinct told her, that from the meeting of the prince, De Brévannes, and Bertha, serious complications would result; but what benefit would that be to her love for De Morville?
At this moment Madame de Hansfeld was interrupted by Iris.
"What want you?" she inquired sharply.
"Godmother, a messenger has just brought me a cover addressed to me, in which was a letter for you."
Paula took the letter and shuddered as she did so.
She recognised De Morville's writing. The note contained only these words,—
"Circumstances, madame, force me to an extreme step. At any risk I address this note to your young companion. A fearful and final blow has overwhelmed the unhappy man to whom you have already deigned to extend your hand, and he has not despaired of at least your pity. This very day, with the magic words, Faust and Childe Harold, you can, if not restore his life, at least soothe his agony."