And then he added with almost sternness, mixed with bitter sarcasm,--

“You ask me for your horoscope? Be it so. Have you a large fortune?”

“About fifty thousand dollars.”

“Well, in six months they will be gone; in a year you will be

overwhelmed with debts, and at your wits’ end; in less than a year and a

half, you will have become a forger.”

“Maxime!”

“Ah! You asked me to tell you the truth. Then, as to your social

position. Now it is excellent; you have been promoted as rapidly as

merit could claim, everybody says. You will be an admiral one of these

days. But in six months you will be nothing at all; you will have

resigned your commission, or you will have been dismissed.”

“Allow me”--

“No. You are an honest man, the most honorable man I know; after six

months’ acquaintance with Sarah Brandon, you will have lost your self-

respect so completely, that you will have become a drunkard. There is

your picture. ‘It’s not flattered!’ you will say. But you wanted to have

it. And now let us go.”

This time he was determined; and Daniel saw that he would not obtain

another word from him, unless he changed his tactics. He held him back,

therefore, a moment; and, as he opened the door, he said,--

“Maxime, you must pardon me a very innocent deception, which was

suggested by your own words. It is not I who am in love with Miss Sarah

Brandon.”

Brevan was so much surprised, he could not stir.

“Who is it, then?” he asked.

“One of my friends.”

“What name?”

“I wish you would render the service I ask of you doubly valuable by not

asking me that question,--at least, not to-day.”

Daniel spoke with such an accent of truth, that not a shadow of doubt

remained on Maxime’s mind. It was not Daniel who had fallen in love with

Sarah Brandon. Brevan did not doubt that for a moment. But he could not

conceal his trouble, and his disappointment even, as he exclaimed,--

“Well done, Daniel! Tell me that your ingenuous people cannot deceive

anybody!”

However, he said nothing more about it; and, while Daniel was pouring

out his excuses, he quietly went back to the fire, and sat down. After a

moment’s silence, he began again,--

“Let us assume, then, that it is one of your friends who is bewitched?”

“Yes.”

“And the matter is--serious?”

“Alas! He talks of marrying that woman.”

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