ight have been tempted to
occupy the palace of Baron de Hierges, but passed it by, selecting as a
home for his mother and himself a pretty little house on the
market-place, which reminded him of his father's smithy. The bow-windowed
room, with the view of the belfry and the stately guildhall, was
pleasantly fitted up for his mother, and the city gardeners received
orders to send the finest house-plants to his residence. Soon the
sitting-room, adorned with flowers and enlivened by singing-birds, looked
far handsomer and more cosy than the nest of which he had dreamed. A
little white dog, exactly like the one Florette had possessed in the
smithy, was also procured, and when in the evening the warm summer air
floated into the open windows, and Ulrich sat alone with Florette,
recalling memories of the past, or making plans for the future, it seemed
as if a new spring had come to his soul. The citizens' distress did not
trouble him. They were the losing party in the grim game of war,
enemies--rebels. Among his own men he saw nothing but joyous faces; he
exercised the power--they obeyed.

Zorrillo bore him ill-will, Ulrich read it in his eyes; but he made him a
captain, and the man performed his duty as quartermaster in the most
exemplary manner. Florette wished to tell him that the Eletto was her
son, but the latter begged her to wait till his power was more firmly
established, and how could she refuse her darling anything? She had
grieved deeply, very deeply, but this mood soon passed away, and now she
could be happy in Ulrich's society, and forget sorrow and heartache.

What joy it was to have him back, to be loved by him! Where was there a
more affectionate son, a pleasanter home than hers? The velvet and
brocade dresses belonging to the Baroness de Hierges had fallen to the
Eletto. How young Florette looked in them! When she glanced into the
mirror, she was astonished at herself.

Two beautiful riding-horses for ladies' use and elegant trappings had
been found in the baron's stable. Ulrich had told her of it, and the
desire to ride with him instantly arose in her mind. She had always
accompanied Grandgagnage, and when she now went out, attired in a long
velvet riding-habit, with floating plumes in her dainty little hat,
beside her son, she soon noticed how admiringly even the hostile citizens
and their wives looked after them. It was a pretty sight to behold the
handsome soldier, full of pride and power, galloping on t