‘Après!’ echoed the young man, looking-livid. ‘Why, après, I’ll have it out with the man!’
Mrs. Montmorency put her gloved hand upon his arm.
‘Don’t do anything rash, mon cher,’ she said. ‘I think you told me that you loved your cousin, and that you would give a thousand pounds to get her away from your rival?’
‘A thousand! twenty thousand! anything!’
‘Suppose I could help you?’ said Mrs. Montmorency, smiling wickedly.
‘Can you? will you? But how!’
‘You must give me time to think it over. Find out, in the first place, if what I suspect is true, and then come and tell me all about it!’
George Craik promised, and hurriedly left the theatre, without even waiting to say farewell, or make any apologies, to Miss Destrange. He was determined to call upon his cousin without a moment’s delay, and get, if possible, to the bottom of the mystery of her unaccountable appearance, accompanied by Bradley, at the Rouen railway station.