“You!” replied the captain, in a stern voice, “you here! — oh! madame, I should better have liked to see you decked with flowers in the mansion of the Comte de la Fere. You would have wept less — and they too — and I!”

“Monsieur!” said she, sobbing.

“For it was you,” added this pitiless friend of the dead, — ”it was you who sped these two men to the grave.”

“Oh! spare me!”

“God forbid, madame, that I should offend a woman, or that I should make her weep in vain; but I must say that the place of the murderer is not upon the grave of her victims.” She wished to reply.

“What I now tell you,”