ometimes in looking over the
few things which she had brought with her from Paris. The Governor of
the castle, seeing her so miserable, told her that he had no orders
from the King to keep her or her son in confinement, and that she had
liberty to depart when she pleased, and to take her son with her; but
Henri would not hear of leaving his poor father, and used all his
endeavours to persuade his mother to stay.

"When the Marquis was first able to leave his bed, and sit in his chair
opposite the window, Henri was very happy: he brought him clean linen,
and helped him to dress; and when he had led him to his chair, he set a
table before him, and arranged upon it, as neatly as he could, the
little dinner which the old man had brought in the basket, with a
bottle of weak but pleasant wine which the Governor had sent him.

"'Dear father,' said Henri, 'you begin to look well; you look even
better than you did when you were at Paris. Oh! if you could but learn
to love God, you might now be happier than ever you were in all your
life; and we might all be happy if my poor mother would but come to you
and love you as she used to do. Oh! come, dear mother,' added Henri,
going up to her and taking her hand; 'come to my father, come to my
poor father! You loved him once, love him again.'

"In this manner Henri begged and entreated his mother to be reconciled
to his father. The Marchioness at first seemed obstinate; but at last
she was overcome, and running to her husband, put her arms round his
neck, and kissed him affectionately; whilst he, embracing her, called
her his beloved wife, his own Adelaide. This little family then sat
down to their dinner, enjoying the lovely prospect, and the soft and
delightful breezes from the opposite hill; and after they had dined,
Henri sang to his parents some of the sweet hymns he had learnt when
living in the valleys of Piedmont.

"Henri had done a great work; he had made peace between his father and
his mother; and now he saw, with great delight, his poor father gaining
strength daily; and though sometimes full of sorrow, yet upon the
whole composed, and never breaking out in impatient words.

"About this time the Governor of the castle invited Henri to dine with
him. Henri was much pleased with the Governor, who received him kindly,
and took him to walk with him in the village.

"'I am glad to hear,' said the Governor, 'that your father is more
contented than he was at first; and you m