“Well,” said he, “let us decide upon this; let us do our duty; let us save this man.” He uttered these words aloud, without perceiving that he was speaking aloud.

He took his books, verified them, and put them in order. He flung in the fire a bundle of bills which he had against petty and embarrassed tradesmen. He wrote and sealed a letter, and on the envelope it might have been read, had there been anyone in his chamber at the moment,

To Monsieur Laffitte, Banker,

Rue d’Artois, Paris.

To Monsieur Laffitte, Banker, Rue d’Artois, Paris.