Part,  Chapter

 1      I,       I|       the children's ball at the marquis's. Instead, she brought
 2      I,     III|       believes you safe with the marquis. She will think you were
 3      I,     III|           You need not wait; the marquis will return home in my mama'
 4      I,     III|         submit to be called the "marquis." The harmless fib was due
 5      I,     III|     himself. "Monsieur, I am the Marquis Lyonel de Fervlans," he
 6      I,     III|       concluded his recital, the marquis grasped both his hands,
 7      I,     III|       was met at the door by the Marquis de Fervlans, who exclaimed
 8      I,     III|          in Swiss uniform.~ ~The marquis ordered the hussar to fetch
 9      I,     III|     Cambray drove rapidly in the Marquis de Fervlans's carriage through
10      I,     III|        courteous and sympathetic Marquis de Fervlans's carriage had
11      I,     III|        the threshold. It was the Marquis de Fervlans.~ ~His manner
12      I,     III|    arrested for burglary."~ ~The marquis laughed.~ ~"I see, M. Cambray,
13      I,     III|          the pity!" returned the marquis. "My detective was not clever
14      I,     III|            sharply responded the marquis. "There are proofs that
15      I,     III|       Brigade," supplemented the marquis.~ ~"And the mistress of
16      I,     III|         M. Cambray," pursued the marquis, "we want to learn what
17      I,     III|            I regret, monsieur le marquis," interrupted Cambray, "
18      I,     III|         the nobleman cannot lie. Marquis d'Avoncourt, do you know
19      I,     III|       say, in a meaning tone:~ ~"Marquis d'Avoncourt, we shall forget
20      I,      IV|       intimate friends, when the Marquis de Fervlans approached,
21      I,      IV|        Fervlans. "The imprisoned marquis will not reveal the destination
22      I,      IV|        madame," supplemented the marquis, a trifle sharply. "You
23      I,      IV|      deserves a monument."~ ~The marquis, perceiving that his sophistry
24      I,      IV|          smilingly responded the marquis.~ ~"How can you jest at
25    VII,      II|          destinies with her. The Marquis d'Avoncourt, who is now
26    VII,     III|       glanced at the signature: "Marquis de Fervlans." The name seemed
27    VII,     III|       journey.~ ~"Very truly,~ ~"MARQUIS DE FERVLANS."~ ~Not for
28   VIII,       I|   received that morning from the Marquis de Fervlans. She held the
29   VIII,       I|     inquire if her answer to the marquis's letter was ready. And
30   VIII,       I|    Jocrisse, must take it to the marquis."~ ~"I am ready to depart
31   VIII,       I|     Cambray, with my other name, Marquis Richard d'Avoncourt. I am
32   VIII,       I| pest-house?"~ ~"Yes," nodded the marquis. Then he took from his pocket
33   VIII,       I|     fumigate it first?" said the marquis.~ ~"No, no; I am not afraid!
34   VIII,       I|       she is dead," assented the marquis. "This portrait is sent
35   VIII,       I|            calmly interposed the marquis, "you have not yet completed
36   VIII,       I|         of the lake."~ ~When the Marquis d'Avoncourt left the pavilion
37   VIII,     III|           She is safe - with the Marquis d'Avoncourt."~ ~"What?"
38   VIII,     III|   creature who calls himself the Marquis de Fervlans and Leon Barthelmy
39     IX,       I|        to General Guillaume. The marquis commanded this body of the
40     IX,       I|        toward the marshes.~ ~The Marquis de Fervlans had camped with
41     IX,       I|      shore of Neusiedl Lake. The marquis himself had taken quarters
42     IX,       I|  sensible fellow," exclaimed the marquis. "I wonder what news he
43     IX,      II|         fish-boy!" exclaimed the marquis.~ ~"When I challenged the
44     IX,      II|          you had," responded the marquis. "I am convinced that it
45     IX,      II|       suspicious to him; but the marquis assured him that they were
46     IX,     III|          of what happens."~ ~The Marquis de Fervlans was enjoying
47     IX,     III|           Dismount," ordered the marquis. "Take thirty men, and proceed
48     IX,     III|      horse, he sprang toward the marquis, caught the reins from his
49     IX,     III|     thrust it to the hilt.~ ~The marquis hardly had time to leap
50     IX,     III|              Accept my greeting, marquis!" responded Vavel, He raised
51      X,     III|       side of her old friend the Marquis d'Avoncourt, and that no