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and our father lies buried there.”

      Then seeing Louis appear sad and distressed, he quickly added:

      “However, it is just as well; it is in the heart that memory dwells, and not in a pile of old stones. I myself had not the courage to return to Provence. I could not trust myself to go to Clameran, where I would have to look into the park of La Verberie. Alas, the only happy moments of my life were spent there!”

      Louis’s countenance immediately cleared. The certainty that Gaston had not been to Provence relieved his mind of an immense weight.

      The next day Louis telegraphed to Raoul:

      “Wisdom and prudence. Follow my directions. All goes well. Be sanguine.”

      All was going well; and yet Louis, in spite of his skilfully applied questions, had obtained none of the information which he had come to obtain.

      Gaston was communicative on every subject except the one in which Louis was interested. Was this silence premeditated, or simply unconscious? Louis, like all villains, was ever ready to attribute to others the bad motives by which he himself would be influenced.

      Anything was better than this uncertainty; he determined to ask his brother plainly what his intentions were in regard to money matters.

      He thought the dinner-table a favorable opportunity, and began by saying:

      “Do you know, my dear Gaston, that thus far we have discussed every topic except the most important one?”

      “Why do you look so solemn, Louis? What is the grave subject of which you speak?”

      “Our father’s estate. Supposing you to be dead, I inherited, and have disposed of it.”

      “Is that what you call a serious matter?” said Gaston with an amused smile.

      “It certainly is very serious to me; as you have a right to half of the estate, I must account to you for it. You have—”

      “I have,” interrupted Gaston, “a right to ask you never to allude to the subject again. It is yours by limitation.”

      “I cannot accept it upon those terms.”

      “But you must. My father only wished to have one of us inherit his property; we will be carrying out his wishes by not dividing it.”

      Seeing that Louis’s face still remained clouded, he went on:

      “Ah, I see what annoys you, my dear Louis; you are rich, and think that I am poor, and too proud to accept anything from you. Is it not so?”

      Louis started at this question. How could he reply so as not to commit himself?

      “I am not rich,” he finally said.

      “I am delighted to hear it,” cried Gaston. “I wish you were as poor as Job, so that I might share what I have with you.”

      Dinner over, Gaston rose and said:

      “Come, I want to visit with you, my—that is, our property. You must see everything about the place.”

      Louis uneasily followed his brother. It seemed to him that Gaston obstinately shunned anything like an explanation.

      Could all this brotherly confidence be assumed to blind him as to his real plans? Why did Gaston inquire into his brother’s past and future, without revealing his own? Louis’s suspicions were aroused, and he regretted his over-hasty seeking of Gaston.

      But his calm, smiling face betrayed none of the anxious thoughts which filled his mind.

      He was called upon to praise everything. First he was taken over the house and servants’ quarters, then to the stable, kennels, and the vast, beautifully laid-out garden. Across a pretty meadow was the iron-foundery in full operation. Gaston, with all the enthusiasm of a new proprietor, explained everything, down to the smallest file and hammer.

      He detailed all his projects; how he intended substituting wood for coal, and how, besides having plenty to work the forge, he could make immense profits by felling the forest trees, which had hitherto been considered impracticable. He would cut a hundred cords of wood that year.

      Louis approved of everything; but only answered in monosyllables, “Ah, indeed! excellent idea; quite a success.”

      His mind was tortured by a new pain; he was paying no attention to Gaston’s remarks, but enviously comparing all this wealth and prosperity with his own poverty.

      He found Gaston rich, respected, and happy, enjoying the price of his own labor and industry; whilst he—Never had he so cruelly felt the misery of his own condition; and he had brought it on himself, which only made it more aggravating.

      After a lapse of twenty-three years, all the envy and hate he had felt toward Gaston, when they were boys together, revived.

      “What do you think of my purchase?” asked Gaston, when the inspection was over.

      “I think you possess, my dear brother, a most splendid piece of property, and on the loveliest spot in the world. It is enough to excite the envy of any poor Parisian.”

      “Do you really think so?”

      “Certainly.”

      “Then, my dear Louis,” said Gaston joyfully, “this property is yours, as well as mine. You like this lovely Bearn more than the dusty streets of Paris? I am very glad that you prefer the comforts of living on your own estate, to the glitter and show of a city life. Everything you can possibly want is here, at your command. And, to employ our time, there is the foundery. Does my plan suit you?”

      Louis was silent. A year ago this proposal would have been eagerly welcomed. How gladly he would have seized this offer of a comfortable, luxurious home, after having been buffeted about the world so long! How delightful it would have been to turn over a new leaf, and become an honest man!

      But he saw with disappointment and rage that he would now be compelled to decline it.

      He was no longer free. He could not leave Paris.

      He had become entangled in one of those hazardous plots which are fatal if neglected, and whose failure generally leads the projector to the galleys.

      Alone, he could easily remain where he was: but he was trammelled with an accomplice.

      “You do not answer me,” said Gaston with surprise; “are there any obstacles to my plans?”

      “None.”

      “What is the matter, then?”

      “The matter is, my dear brother, that the salary of an office which I hold in Paris is all that I have to support me.”

      “Is that your only objection? Yet you just now wanted to pay me back half of the family inheritance! Louis, that is unkind; you are not acting as a brother should.”

      Louis hung his head. Gaston was unconsciously telling the truth.

      “I should be a burden to you, Gaston.”

      “A burden! Why, Louis, you must be mad! Did I not tell you I am very rich? Do you suppose that you have seen all I possess? This house and the iron-works do not constitute a fourth of my fortune. Do you think that I would have risked my twenty years’ savings in an experiment of this sort? The forge may be a failure; and then what would become of me, if I had nothing else?

      “I have invested money which yields me an income of eighty thousand francs. Besides, my grants in Brazil have been sold, and my agent has already deposited four hundred thousand francs to my credit as part payment.”

      Louis trembled with pleasure. He was, at last, to know the extent of the danger hanging over him. Gaston had finally broached the subject which had caused him so much anxiety, and he determined that it should now be explained before their conversation ended.

      “Who is your agent?” he asked with assumed indifference.

      “My

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