" And the old miser, who
had already robbed his dead brother, slept softly in love with his
own exceeding cunning.
Of all the loungers on the wind-swept wharf at Granville-sur-Mer
next day, decidedly the most natty was Jules Victor, who was now
awaiting the return of the little St. Helier's packet, to engage a
special cabin for himself, with all a Gaul's horror of the stormy
passage. He sprang forward, in a genuine surprise, as Mademoiselle
Justine Delande, aided by the stout Swiss maid, tottered over the
gangplank. "Madame is ill, a la bonne heure! Let me conduct you
to the Hotel Croix d'Or, where Madame Louison is even now awaiting
the Paris train." The ex-zouave was a miracle of politeness and,
he proudly conducted Justine to a waiting fiacre, having deftly
reserved himself the choice of staterooms. With the skill of his
artful kind, Jules hastened upstairs at the Hotel Croix d'Or, to
announce to his mistress the lucky find of a windy afternoon on
Granville quay.
That night, when Justine Delande reached Paris, she was assured
in her heart that her own future fortunes were safe, and that her
sister would surely be the recipient of Nadine Johnstone's future
bounty. For Madame Berthe Louison, ever armed against possible
treachery, announced her own instant departure for Poland. "But, I
leave Jules in charge in Paris, and he will find the way to deliver
your letters to your young friend.
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