"
"Very well. When you know my secret--for I shall confide it to you
without reserve--beware of Jean."
"What, sir?"
"Beware of Jean. I repeat it."
And he blushed deeply, as he added:
"Ah! it is a painful avowal for a father; but I have no confidence in my
own son. He knows no more in regard to my plans than I told him on the
day of his arrival. I deceive him, because I fear he might betray us.
Perhaps it would be wise to send him away; but in that case, what would
people say? Most assuredly they would say that I was very avaricious of
my own blood, while I was very ready to risk the lives of others. Still
I may be mistaken; I may misjudge him."
He sighed, and added:
"Beware!"
CHAPTER XIX
So it was really Maurice d'Escorval whom the Marquis de Sairmeuse had
seen leaving Lacheneur's house.
Martial was not certain of it, but the very possibility made his heart
swell with anger.
"What part am I playing here, then?" he exclaimed, indignantly.
He had been so completely blinded by passion that he would not have been
likely to discover the real condition of affairs even if no pains had
been taken to deceive him.
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