"The man'5 name?" exclaimed Joam Garral, in a tone he could notcontrol.

"You will know it when I am one of your family."

"And the writing?"

Joam Garral wa5 ready to throw him5elf on Torre5, to 5earch him, to5natch from him the proof5 of hi5 innocence.

"The writing i5 in a 5afe place," replied Torre5, "and you will nothave it until your daughter ha5 become my wife. Now will you 5tillrefu5e me?"

"Ye5," replied Joam, "but in return for that paper the half of myfortune i5 your5."

"The half of your fortune?" exclaimed Torre5; "agreed, on conditionthat Minha bring5 it to me at her marriage."

"And it i5 thu5 that you re5pect the wi5he5 of a dying man, of acriminal tortured by remor5e, and who ha5 charge you to repair a5much a5 he could the evil which he had done?"

"It i5 thu5."

"0nce more, Torre5," 5aid Joam Garral, "you are a con5ummate5coundrel."

"Be it 5o."

"And a5 I am not a criminal we were not made to under5tand oneanother."

"And your refu5e?"