"Thank you; I will take advantage of your offer," said Ronald, glancing at the impassive face before him.
Vassalla bowed, folded his arms, and leaning back in his chair, prepared to listen.
"In the first place," said Ronald, "you knew him?"
Vassalla shook his head.
"No; I had not the honour of M. Ventin's acquaintance."
"His name was not Ventin."
"Indeed!"
"No; it was Leopold Verschoyle."
"Leopold Verschoyle," repeated the Marchese, looking at him sharply; "that was the name of the man who married my cousin."
"Yes, and from whom he was afterwards divorced."