`Yes. The family honour, sir, is safe from me in this country. The family name can suffer from me in no other, for I bear it in no other.'
The ringing of the bell had caused the adjoining bedchamber to be lighted. It now shone brightly, through the door of communication. The Marquis looked that way, and listened for the retreating step of his valet.
`England is very attractive to you, seeing how indifferently you have prospered there,' he observed then, turning his calm face to his nephew with a smile.`I have already said, that for my prospering there, I am sensible I may be indebted to you, sir. For the rest, it is my Refuge.' headband with hair
`They say, those boastful English, that it is the Refuge of many. You know a compatriot who has found a Refuge there? A Doctor?'
`With, a daughter?'
`Yes,' said the Marquis. `You are fatigued. Good-night!'