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questions—took out that loathsome letter which I as much dreaded to touch as if it had been a viper, and gave it to him.
"Although more than myself inured to such matters, his brow grew cloudy and thoughtful, and he even went pale. Still, after pondering over over it for a moment, he began to examine the paper on which those horrible words were written; then he lifted up both card and envelope to his nose, and smelt them both. A merry expression came all at once over his face. 'I have it—I have it—you need not be afraid! They smell of attar of roses,' cried he; 'I know who it is.'
"'Who?'
"'Why! can't you guess?'
"'The Countess?'
"Teleny frowned.
"'How is it you know about her?'
"I told him all. When I had finished, he clasped me in his arms and kissed me again and again.
"'I tried in every way to forget you, Camille, you see if I succeeded. The Countess is now
