doubtful, or had been omitted in the officers’ narrative.  Emily Varnier, doubtless, possessed that ring, to gain possession of which now seemed his bounden duty.  He resolved not to delay its fulfillment a moment, however difficult it might prove, and he only reflected on the best manner in which he should perform the task allotted to him.  The sale of the property appeared to him a favorable opening.  The fame of his father’s wealth made it probable that the son might wish to be purchaser of a fine estate, like the one in question.  He spoke openly of such a project, made inquiries of the old gentleman, and the captain, who seemed to him to know most about the matter; and as his duties permitted a trip for a week or so, he started immediately, and arrived on the second day at the place of his destination.  He stopped in the public house in the village to inquire if the estate lay near, and whether visitors were allowed to see the house and grounds.  Mine host, who doubtless had had his directions, sent a messenger immediately to the Castle, who returned before long, accompanied by a chasseur, in a splendid livery, who invited the stranger to the Castle in the name of M. D’Effernay.

This was exactly what Edward wished, and expected.  Escorted by the chasseur he soon arrived at the Castle, and was shown up a spacious staircase into a modern, almost, one might say, a magnificently-furnished room, where the master of the house received him.  It was evening, toward the end of winter, the shades of twilight had already fallen, and Edward found himself suddenly in a room quite illuminated with wax candles.  D’Effernay stood in the middle of the saloon, a tall, thin young man.  A proud bearing seemed to bespeak a consciousness of his own merit, or at least of his position.  His features were finely formed, but the traces of strong passion, or of internal discontent, had lined them prematurely.

In figure he was very slender, and the deep-sunken eye, the gloomy frown which was fixed between his brows, and the thin lips, had no very prepossessing expression, and yet there was something imposing in the whole appearance of the man.

Edward thanked him civilly for his invitation, spoke of his idea of being a purchaser as a motive for his visit, and gave his own, and his father’s name.  D’Effernay seemed pleased with all he said.  He had known Edward’s family in the metropolis; he regretted that the late hour would render it impossible for them to visit the property to-day, and concluded by pressing the lieutenant to pass the night at the Castle.  On the morrow they would proceed to business, and now he would have the pleasure of presenting his wife to the visitor.  Edward’s heart beat violently—­at length then he would see her!  Had he loved her himself he could not have gone to meet her with more agitation.  D’Effernay led his guest through many rooms, which were all as well furnished, and as brilliantly lighted as the first he had entered.  At length he opened the door of a small boudoir, where there was no light, save that which the faint, gray twilight imparted through the windows.