“Speak, sir,” said Gabriel.

“Please to inform Abbe Gabriel,” resumed Rodin, “that a deed of gift, like that made in favor of Father d’Aigrigny, can only be cancelled for one of three reasons—­is it not so?”

“Yes, sir, for three reasons,” said the notary.

“The first is in case of the birth of a child,” said Rodin, “and I should blush to mention such a contingency to the Abbe Gabriel.  The second is the ingratitude of the donee—­and the Abbe Gabriel may be certain of our deep and lasting gratitude.  The last case is the non-fulfilment of the wishes of the donor, with regard to the employment of his gifts.

“Now, although the Abbe Gabriel may have suddenly conceived a very bad opinion of us, he will at least give us some time to show that his gifts have been disposed of according to his wishes, and applied to the Greater Glory of the Lord.”

“Now, M. Notary,” added Father d’Aigrigny, “it is for you to decide and say, if Abbe Gabriel can revoke the donation he has made.”

Just as the notary was going to answer, Bathsheba reentered the room, followed by two more personages, who appeared in the Red Room at a little distance from each other.

THE WANDERING JEW

By Eugene Sue

BOOK VI.

PART SECOND.—­THE CHASTISEMENT. (Concluded.)

XXVI.  A Good Genius
XXVII.  The First Last, And the Last First
XXVIII.  The Stranger
XXIX.  The Den
XXX.  An Unexpected Visit
XXXI.  Friendly Services
XXXII.  The Advice
XXXIII.  The Accuser
XXXIV.  Father d’Aigrigny’s Secretary
XXXV.  Sympathy
XXXVI.  Suspicions
XXXVII.  Excuses
XXXVIII.  Revelations
XXXIX.  Pierre Simon

CHAPTER XXVI.

A good genius.

The first of the two, whose arrival had interrupted the answer of the notary, was Faringhea.  At sight of this man’s forbidding countenance, Samuel approached, and said to him:  “Who are you, sir?”

After casting a piercing glance at Rodin, who started but soon recovered his habitual coolness, Faringhea replied to Samuel:  “Prince Djalma arrived lately from India, in order to be present here this day, as it was recommended to him by an inscription on a medal, which he wore about his neck.”

“He, also!” cried Gabriel, who had been the shipmate of the Indian Prince from the Azores, where the vessel in which he came from Alexandria had been driven into port:  “he also one of the heirs!  In fact, the prince told me during the voyage that his mother was of French origin.  But, doubtless, he thought it right to conceal from me the object of his journey.  Oh! that Indian is a noble and courageous young man.  Where is he?”