It was scarcely eight o'clock in the morning when Signor Deodati was on

his way to the residence of Mr. Van de Werve.

The old merchant was walking very slowly, with his eyes cast down. From

time to time he shook his head, as if disturbed by painful thoughts. His

countenance expressed dissatisfaction rather than sorrow; indeed, it might

even be said to indicate angry and bitter feelings.

The servant who opened the door ushered him into a parlor and went to call

his master. Deodati threw himself into a chair, covered his face with his

hands, and was so absorbed in thought that he was not aware of Mr. Van de

Werve's entrance.

"Good morning, signor," said the Flemish noble, saluting him. "Your early

visit encourages me to hope that you have news of our poor Geronimo."

"Bad news, Mr. Van de Werve, bad news," said the old man, with tearful

eyes. "Sit down near me, for I have not power to raise my voice."

"I notice, signor, that you are very pale. Are you ill?"

"My emotion has its origin in something worse than illness. Day before

yesterday Signor Turchi asserted in your presence that Geronimo had lost a

considerable sum at play, and that he had fled the country to escape my

just indignation. Great as was my confidence in Turchi, I could not credit

the truth of this revelation. I determined to seek in my nephew's accounts

the marks of his ingratitude, or rather the proofs of his innocence. I

passed a portion of the night in calculating over and over again; for the

invariable result was so frightful that my mind and heart refused to

accept the evidence of my senses. The sum lost in gambling by my nephew is

incredible."

"What!" exclaimed Mr. Van de Werve, "then the Signor Turchi was not

mistaken in his suspicions?"

"Ten thousand crowns!" said Deodati sighing.

"Ten thousand crowns!" replied Mr. Van de Werve. "Impossible! That is a

fortune of itself."

"And yet it is true. There is a deficit of ten thousand crowns in the

money vault of the house, and there are exactly ten thousand crowns

unaccounted for on the books. Not a line, not a mark refers in any manner

to the employment or destination of this sum. Evidently it must have been

used otherwise than in the business transactions of the house, and as

Geronimo himself told the Signor Turchi that he had lost a considerable

amount at play, I am forced in spite of myself to admit the painful truth.

Ten thousand crowns! Can neither virtue nor fidelity be found upon earth?

A child whom I treated as my own son, whom I loved with blind affection,

and over whose welfare I would have watched as long as I lived. And this

is the return for all my love! Ah! signor, this ingratitude is like a

dagger in my heart."




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