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186 ALFRED DE ROSANN. vagances and credulity of Champignon ; at another he caused them to shudder at the idea of the dangers he had himself encountered. But when he narrated the awful confession of Francois, and informed Mrs. Clayton that her late father had died by the hands of a murderer, that lady’s tears burst forth in torrents, and the eyes of Eloise were also moistened with the crystal drops of sorrow. De Rosann and Mr. Clayton shared in their emotion, although not to so great a de- gree. ‘The documents, which had been of such service to our hero were then produced and read. ‘They con- sisted of letters received by the Marquis de Denne- ville from the father of the existing Mr. Clayton, of copies of the several replies that nobleman had written, and of an epistle from the head partner of a mercantile house in Paris to the said _ noble- man, stating that the eight hundred thousand franes were duly handed over to him by the Marquis’s ser- vant, Gustave, and that a proper notice of the deposit had heen. sent, according to orders, to the firm of Messieurs Robson, Son, and Co., Threadneedle-street, London. “Pardon me, madam,” said Alfred to Mrs. Clayton, when he had concluded reading aloud the last letter, “for not having immediately given up those precious deeds, when I discovered to whom they belonged. But the idea, that they might eventually serve me in forwarding my suit with a certain person,” he conti- nued, gazing tenderly at Eloise, “and the conviction that no very long interval would ensue before I should deliver them to you, made me guilty of so unwar- ranted an act of audacity and boldness.’ ‘No apology is necessary, my dear Alfred,’’ re- turned Mrs. Clayton, wiping away her tears, and smi- Jing as she was wont to do a year before at our hero. Eloise did not fail to notice this happy change in her mother’s behaviour towards De Rosann; and her bosom swelled with the purest sentiments of delight and joy. | The moment the metropolis was again tranquil and Gomichbooksco