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THE CASKET.
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stood open, to admit into the heated house the coolness of the summer night; from the portresse’s cabinet close by shone a lamp, showing the long vestibule with the two-leaved drawing room draws on one side, the great street door closing the vista.

All at once, quick rang the bell—quick, but not loud—a cautious tinkle—a sort of warning, metal whisper. Rosine darted from her cabinet and ran to open. The person she admitted stood with her two minutes in parley: there seemed a demur, a delay. Rosine came to the garden door, lamp in hand; she stood on the steps, lifting her lamp, looking round vaguely.

"Quel conte!" she cried with a coquettish laugh. "Personne n’y a été".

"Let me pass", pleaded a voice I knew: "I ask but five minutes"; and a familiar shape, tall and grand (as we of the Rue Fossette all thought it), issued from the house, and strode down amongst the beds and walks. It was sacrilege—the intrusion of a man into that spot, at that hour; but he knew himself privileged, and perhaps he trusted to the friendly night. He wandered down the alleys, looking on this side and on that—he was lost in the shrubs, trampling flowers and breaking branches in his search—he penetrated at last the "forbidden walk". There I met him, like some ghost, I suppose.

"Dr. John! It is found".

He did not ask by whom, for with his quick eye he perceived that I held it in my hand.

"Do not betray her", he said, looking at me as if I were indeed a dragon.

"Were I ever so disposed to treachery, I cannot betray what I do not know", was my answer. "Read the note, and you will see how it reveals".

"Perhaps you have read it", I thought to myself; and yet I could not believe he wrote it: that could hardly be his style: besides, I was fool enough to think there would be a degree of hardship in his calling me such names. His own look vindicated him; he grew hot, and colored as he read.

"This is indeed too much: this is cruel, this is humiliating”, were the words that fell from him. I thought it was cruel, when I saw his countenance so moved. No matter