"Certainly, sir. I am informed there is a lady at present residing with you, one of the unfortunate persons who were on board the Chalmetta at the time of her late disaster. A Miss Dumont."
"Who informed you, sir?"
De Guy hesitated a little, and then said he heard a number of gentlemen discuss the late disaster at the hotel in Vicksburg; that one of them had mentioned this fact—he really could not tell the gentleman's name.
"What is your business with the lady?" asked the doctor, to whom the idea of a new enemy of Emily had already presented itself.
"That, sir, I can best disclose to the lady in person," squeaked the street-lawyer, with a low bow.
"This way then," and the doctor led him to the library, into which he soon after conducted Emily.
"Miss Dumont?" said De Guy, rising and making a profound obeisance as she entered. "My name is De Guy."
Emily bowed slightly, but made no reply.
"May I beg that our interview may be private?" said the attorney, glancing at Dr. Vaudelier.
"This gentleman is my friend and confidant; it is not necessary that he should retire," replied Emily, as Dr. Vaudelier was moving towards the door.