"And why not, madame?"
"I have passed a night of terror."
"I should be happy to protect madame."
The significance of his tone, made her eyes flash and her cheeks tingle; but she controlled her indignation, and said—
"I last night heard the sounds of violence and agony at my very door—in this apartment. Who was the woman that screamed? What have they done?"
"Shall I tell you?" asked Blassemare, with an odd smile.
"Yes, monsieur, who was she?" she persisted, her curiosity aroused by the pointed question of Blassemare.
"Well, madame, the person whom you heard scream at your door last night is Madame Le Prun, wife of the Fermier-General—the wealthy and benevolent owner of the Chateau des Anges, and your successful—lover!"
"Wife—wife of Monsieur Le Prun!" she faltered, nearly stupefied.
"Ay, madame, his wife."