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"Another marriage.They are not rich, and they want to bring more money into the family.""There's your chance, my boy!" said Tristram.

"And Madame de Cintre objects," Newman continued.

"She has been sold once; she naturally objects to being sold again.

It appears that the first time they made rather a poor bargain;M.de Cintre left a scanty property."

"And to whom do they want to marry her now?""I thought it best not to ask; but you may be sure it is to some horrid old nabob, or to some dissipated little duke.""There's Mrs.Tristram, as large as life!" cried her husband.

"Observe the richness of her imagination.She has not a single question--it's vulgar to ask questions--and yet she knows everything.

She has the history of Madame de Cintre's marriage at her fingers' ends.She has seen the lovely Claire on her knees, with loosened tresses and streaming eyes, and the rest of them standing over her with spikes and goads and red-hot irons, ready to come down on her if she refuses the tipsy duke.

The simple truth is that they made a fuss about her milliner's bill or refused her an opera-box."Newman looked from Tristram to his wife with a certain mistrust in each direction."Do you really mean," he asked of Mrs.Tristram, "that your friend is being forced into an unhappy marriage?""I think it extremely probable.Those people are very capable of that sort of thing.""It is like something in a play," said Newman; "that dark old house over there looks as if wicked things had been done in it, and might be done again.""They have a still darker old house in the country Madame de Cintre tells me, and there, during the summer this scheme must have been hatched.""MUST have been; mind that! said Tristram.

"After all," suggested Newman, after a silence, "she may be in trouble about something else.""If it is something else, then it is something worse," said Mrs.Tristram, with rich decision.

Newman was silent a while, and seemed lost in meditation.

"Is it possible," he asked at last, "that they do that sort of thing over here? that helpless women are bullied into marrying men they hate?""Helpless women, all over the world, have a hard time of it,"said Mrs.Tristram."There is plenty of bullying everywhere.""A great deal of that kind of thing goes on in New York,"said Tristram."Girls are bullied or coaxed or bribed, or all three together, into marrying nasty fellows.

There is no end of that always going on in the Fifth Avenue, and other bad things besides.The Mysteries of the Fifth Avenue!

Some one ought to show them up."

"I don't believe it!" said Newman, very gravely."I don't believe that, in America, girls are ever subjected to compulsion.

I don't believe there have been a dozen cases of it since the country began.""Listen to the voice of the spread eagle!" cried Tristram.

"The spread eagle ought to use his wings," said Mrs.Tristram.

"Fly to the rescue of Madame de Cintre!"

"To her rescue?"

"Pounce down, seize her in your talons, and carry her off.

Marry her yourself."

Newman, for some moments, answered nothing; but presently, "I should suppose she had heard enough of marrying," he said.

"The kindest way to treat her would be to admire her, and yet never to speak of it.But that sort of thing is infamous,"he added; "it makes me feel savage to hear of it."He heard of it, however, more than once afterward.Mrs.Tristram again saw Madame de Cintre, and again found her looking very sad.

But on these occasions there had been no tears; her beautiful eyes were clear and still."She is cold, calm, and hopeless,"Mrs.Tristram declared, and she added that on her mentioning that her friend Mr.Newman was again in Paris and was faithful in his desire to make Madame de Cintre's acquaintance, this lovely woman had found a smile in her despair, and declared that she was sorry to have missed his visit in the spring and that she hoped he had not lost courage.

"I told her something about you," said Mrs.Tristram.

"That's a comfort," said Newman, placidly."I like people to know about me."A few days after this, one dusky autumn afternoon, he went again to the Rue de l'Universite.The early evening had closed in as he applied for admittance at the stoutly guarded Hotel de Bellegarde.

He was told that Madame de Cintre was at home; he crossed the court, entered the farther door, and was conducted through a vestibule, vast, dim, and cold, up a broad stone staircase with an ancient iron balustrade, to an apartment on the second floor.

Announced and ushered in, he found himself in a sort of paneled boudoir, at one end of which a lady and gentleman were seated before the fire.

The gentleman was smoking a cigarette; there was no light in the room save that of a couple of candles and the glow from the hearth.

Both persons rose to welcome Newman, who, in the firelight, recognized Madame de Cintre.She gave him her hand with a smile which seemed in itself an illumination, and, pointing to her companion, said softly, "My brother." The gentleman offered Newman a frank, friendly greeting, and our hero then perceived him to be the young man who had spoken to him in the court of the hotel on his former visit and who had struck him as a good fellow.

"Mrs.Tristram has spoken to me a great deal of you,"said Madame de Cintre gently, as she resumed her former place.

Newman, after he had seated himself, began to consider what, in truth, was his errand.He had an unusual, unexpected sense of having wandered into a strange corner of the world.

He was not given, as a general thing, to anticipating danger, or forecasting disaster, and he had had no social tremors on this particular occasion.He was not timid and he was not impudent.

He felt too kindly toward himself to be the one, and too good-naturedly toward the rest of the world to be the other.