love, was a desire to be revenged. He cared little now for his
father, little for that personal dignity which he had intended to
return by his silence, little for pecuniary advantages and
prudential motives, in comparison with his strong desire to punish
Marie for her perfidy. He would go over to Granpere, and fall among
them like a thunderbolt. Like a thunderbolt, at any rate, he would
fall upon the head of Marie Bromar. The very words of her love-
promises were still firm in his memory, and he would see if she also
could be made to remember them.

'I shall go over to Granpere the day after to-morrow,' he said to
Madame Faragon, as he caught her just before she retired for the
night.

'To Granpere the day after to-morrow? And why?'

'Well, I don't know that I can say exactly why. I shall not be at
the marriage, but I should like to see them first. I shall go the
day after to-morrow.'

And he went to Granpere on the day he fixed.



CHAPTER XI.

'Probably one night only, but I won't make any promise,' George had
said to Madame Faragon when she asked him how long he intended to
stay at Granpere. As he took one of the horses belonging to the inn
and drove himself, it seemed to be certain that he would not stay