“P.S.—I ask pardon for the trouble I give you; I am yours for life, but that will not be long.”
Eusebe sobbed and moaned. After having read and reread Adéonne’s letter, he summoned Jenny.
“Jenny,” said he, “madame has not forgotten you: she has left you a dowry.”
“How, monsieur? Then I can return to my native town. Ah! monsieur, poor madame was so good.”
“From what town are you?” inquired Eusebe.
“From Strasburg.”
“Did madame know you were from Strasburg?”
“No, monsieur. In Paris, Alsatians have difficulty in procuring places. Upon coming here, I said I was from Nancy.”
“Did you ever hear of a turner named Antoine Krutger?”
“Antoine Krutger!” exclaimed the girl. “Did you know him? He was my father.”