"If Robeckal had a hand in the affair then it can only be a scoundrelly one!" exclaimed Fanfaro, with a frown.
"Do you know him?"
"Unfortunately, yes; tell me what more do you know?"
"Not much. The 'Marquise' lives with an old, poor crazy woman, who lost her reason and the use of her limbs at a fire. The young girl, whose name is Louison—"
"Louison?" cried Fanfaro, in affright.
"Yes; why, what is the matter with you?"
"Nothing; tell me how old is the girl?"
"About sixteen."
"My God, that would just be right; but no, it cannot be."
"Monsieur Fanfaro," said Montferrand, gently, "can I do anything for you, you seem to be in trouble?"