' said Henri; and he begged the old man to return
his thanks to him.

"'I shall come again presently,' said the old man, 'and bring you the
things which you brought with you in the carriage.'

"'Your lord the Governor is a kind man,' said Henri.

"'Yes,' said the old man, 'and if your noble father will but make
himself contented, and not try to get away, he will have nothing to
complain of here, and you would do well to tell him so. My young
gentleman, excuse an old man for giving his advice.'

"Henri went up to the old man, and, taking his hand, thanked him for
his kindness.

"When the old man was gone, Henri, full of joy and thankfulness, began
to take the things out of the basket, and to set them in order upon the
table; and now Henri found the use of having been brought up to wait
upon himself and upon others; he soon set out the little table in the
neatest way, and set a chair for each of his parents; and all this so
quietly that the poor Marquis and Marchioness did not wake till he had
done. The Marchioness first opened her eyes, and looked round her.
Henri ran to her, and kissing her, said:

"'Dear mother, see what comforts we have still got! We are fallen into
good hands; look around on this room, how light, how airy, and how
pleasant it is!'

"Henri then told her all the kindness of the Governor, and showed her
the breakfast prepared for them; but she still looked sullen and
unthankful, and began to blame the Marquis, as he lay asleep, as the
cause of all her affliction.

"'Oh, mother, dear mother!' cried Henri. 'Look at my poor father; how
pale he looks, and how he sighs in his sleep! You once loved him, dear
mother; oh now, love him again, and comfort him in his trouble!'

"In this manner Henri talked to his mother, till she broke out into
tears, and putting her arms round his neck:

"'My child, my Henri,' she said, 'you are too good for me!'

"Yet still Henri could not persuade her to take any breakfast; she
placed herself in a chair in a corner of the room, and, leaning her
head upon her hands, continued crying without ceasing.

"When the Marquis awoke, Henri endeavoured to comfort him, as he had
done his mother; the Marquis embraced him, and called him his beloved
child and only comfort, but he complained that he was ill, and put his
hand to his head. Henri brought him a cup of coffee, which he made him
drink; and the old man coming in with the linen and other things which
had been brought f