look with regard to it, have, no matter whether through the worthy priest, Father Pérot———"(he stops at this point to knock the ashes from his cigar, and a sidelong glance at the girl's face tells him that he is right again, Father Pérot is the priest)—"or some other channel, come to my knowledge. Though a French woman, you may be acquainted with the celebrated aphorism of one of our English neighbours, 'Knowledge is power.' Very well, mademoiselle, how if I use my power?"
"Monsieur means that he can deprive me of my present place, and prevent my getting another." As she said this, Mademoiselle Finette screwed out of one of her black eyes a small bead of water, which was the best thing she could produce in the way of a tear, but which, coming into immediate contact with a sticky white compound called pearl-powder, used by the lady's-maid to enhance her personal charms, looked rather more like a digestive pill than anything else.
"But, on the other hand, I may not use my power; and, indeed, I should deeply regret the painful necessity which would compel me to injure a lady."
Mademoiselle Finette, encouraged by this speech, wiped away the digestive pill.
"Therefore, mademoiselle, the case resolves itself to this: serve me, and I will reward you; refuse to do so, and I can injure you."
A cold glitter in the blue eyes converts the words into a threat, without the aid of any extra emphasis from the voice.
"Monsieur has only to command," answers the lady's-maid; "I am ready to serve him."
"This Monsieur Elvino will be at the gate of the little pavilion to-night———?"
"At a quarter to twelve."
"Then I will be there at half-past eleven. You will admit me instead of him. That is all."
"But my mistress, monsieur: she will discover that I have betrayed her, and she will kill me. You do not know Mademoiselle de Cevennes."
"Pardon me, I think I do know her. She need never learn that you have betrayed her. Remember, I have discovered the appointed signal;—you are deceived by my use of that signal, and you open the door to the wrong man. For the rest I will shield you from all harm. Your mistress is a glorious creature; but perhaps that high spirit may be taught to bend."
"It must first be broken, monsieur," says Mademoiselle Finette.
"Perhaps," answers the lounger, rising as he speaks. "Made-
