"Oh, if he had wanted to," said the Duke; and he threw out his hands. "But you know—married life—for Lupin."
"A large fortune . . . a pretty girl," said Guerchard, in a mocking tone.
"He must be in love with some one else," said the Duke.
"A thief, perhaps," sneered Guerchard.
"Like himself. . . . And then, if you wish to know what I think, he must have found his fiancée rather trying," said the Duke, with his charming smile.
"After all, it's pitiful—heartrending, you must admit it, that, on the very eve of his marriage, he was such a fool as to throw off the mask. And yet at bottom it's quite logical; it's Lupin coming out through Charmerace. He had to grab at the dowry at the risk of losing the girl," said Guerchard, in a reflective tone; but his eyes were intent on the face of the Duke.
"Perhaps that's what one should call a marriage of reason," said the Duke, with a faint smile.
"What a fall!" said Guerchard, in a taunting voice. "To be expected, eagerly, at the Princess's to-morrow evening, and to pass the evening in a police-station . . . to have intended in a month's time, as the Duke of Charmerace, to
