eyes which beamed with frankness. 

His first impulse was to throw himself into Prosper's arms. 

"My poor, dear friend!" he said, "my poor Prosper!" 

But beneath these affectionate demonstrations there was a certain constraint, which, if it escaped the cashier, was noticed by M. Verduret. 

"Your letter, my dear Prosper," said Raoul, "made me almost ill, I was so frightened by it. I asked myself if you could have lost your mind. Then I left everything, to fly to your assistance; and here I am." 

Prosper did not seem to hear him; he was pre-occupied about the letter which he had not written. What were its contents? Who was this stranger whose assistance he had accepted? 

"You must not feel discouraged," continued M. de Lagors: "you are young enough to commence life anew. Your friends are still left to you. I have come to say to you, Rely upon me; I am rich, half of my fortune is at your disposal." 

Thanks, Raoul," he said with emotion, "thank you! But unfortunately all the money in the world would be of no use now." 

"Why so? What are you going to do? Do you propose to remain in Paris?" 

"I know not, Raoul. I have made no plans yet. My mind is too confused for me to think." 

"I will tell you what to do," replied Raoul quickly, "you must start afresh; until this mysterious robbery is explained you must keep away from Paris. It will never do for you to remain here." 

"And suppose it never should be explained?" 

Only the more reason for your remaining in oblivion. I have been talking about you to Clameran. 'If I were in Prosper's place,' he said, 'I would turn everything into money, and embark for America; there I would make a fortune, and return to crush with my millions those who have suspected me.'" 

This advice offended Prosper's pride, but he said nothing. He was thinking of what the stranger had said to him. 

"I will think it over," he finally forced himself to say. "I will see. I would like to know what M. Fauvel says." 

"My uncle? I suppose you know that I have declined the offer he made me to enter his banking-house, and we have almost quarreled. I have not set foot in his house 

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