“For whom?” asked Uncle Graff, anxiously.
“For your nephew!”
“How have you been informed of this? And who are you?”
The visitor replied immediately—
“I am Mademoiselle Lichtenbach, monsieur, and I place myself entirely at your disposal.”
As she spoke she removed her veil. Uncle Graff, stupefied, recognized the daughter of his enemy. She was pale and trembling, but resolute.
“Who has sent you?” he asked.
“My father! He thought that if he came himself, perhaps you would not receive him. At this very moment, perhaps, your nephew is running the most serious danger. My father, who has just received news of it, begged me to come and tell you.”
“But how did he receive his information?” asked Graff, suspiciously.
“Ah, monsieur! begin by taking the necessary measures to help M. Marcel,” said Marianne, eagerly. “Afterwards you may ask what questions you please.”