clock he made his way to the apartments of Louise Moulin.
His entry was received with a cry of satisfaction from the girls.

"What is the news, Harry?" Jeanne exclaimed. "We expected you here
yesterday evening, and sat up till ten o'clock."

"I was over the other side of the river discharging a mission your
father had confided to me, and did not get back till this morning."

"I knew he was prevented by something," Jeanne said triumphantly.
"I told you so, Marie--didn't I?"

"Yes, dear, I was wrong to be impatient; but you will forgive me,
Harry? You can guess how I suffered yesterday."

"It was natural you should expect me, mademoiselle. I was sorry
afterwards that I did not tell you when I left you that I should
not be able to come in the evening, but indeed I did not think of
it at the time."

"And now for your news, Harry," Jeanne asked impatiently; "have
you learned anything about our father and mother?"

"I am sorry to say I have not, except that they, with many others,
were taken to the prison of Bicetre. But I have good news for you,
Mademoiselle Marie. After going first to the house and finding it in
the possession of a hideous mob, who were plundering and drinking,
I went to see what had taken place at the hotel of the Duc de
Gisons. I found that he had, like your father, been arrested in
the night. I learned that the count was absent, and that a party
were inside in readiness to arrest him on his return. Thinking
it probable that he might have gone down to their estate near
Fontainebleau, I went out beyond the gate on that road and waited
for him. I had the good fortune to meet him, to warn him of his
danger, and to prevent his returning to town. He rode away with a
suit of workman's clothes I had procured for him, and was to enter
Paris in that disguise in the evening. He is to call on me at ten
o'clock, and I will then conduct him hither. I thought it best to
come in before to let you know that he was coming."

Marie burst into tears of happiness at hearing that her lover had
escaped from the danger which threatened. Worn out by the fatigue
and anxiety of the previous night, she had slept for some hours
after reaching the shelter of the old nurse's roof, but she had
lain awake all night thinking over the danger of all those dear to
her. She was now completely overcome with the revulsion of feeling.

"You are a dear boy, Harry!" Jeanne said with frank admiration,
while Marie sobbed out exclamatio