ns of gratitude. "You do seem to
think about everything; and now Marie knows that Victor is safe, I
do hope she is going to be more like herself. As I tell her, they
cannot hurt father or mother. They have done no wrong, and they
must let them out of prison after a time. Mamma said we were to
be brave; and at anyrate I try to be, and so does Virginie, though
she does cry sometimes. And now I hope Marie will be cheerful too,
and not go about the rooms looking so downcast and wretched. It
seems to me a miserable thing being in love. I should have thought
Marie would have been the last person to be downcast, for no one
is prouder of being a St. Caux than she is."

"I shall be better now, Jeanne," Marie said smiling, as she wiped
away her tears. "You shall not have any reason to complain of me
in future.

"But do you not think, Harry," she went on with a return of her
anxiety, "that it is very dangerous for Victor to come back into
Paris? I know that his father has long been praying him to make
for the frontier."

"I do not think it is very dangerous at present, mademoiselle,
although it may be later, if this rage against the aristocrats
increases; but I hope that when he has once seen you, which is
his principal object in returning to Paris, he will carry our his
father's wishes and make for the frontier, for his presence here
can be of no possible utility."

"Oh, I hope so," Marie said, "for I am sure Victor would soon
be found out, he could never make himself look like one of these
canaille."

"Why shouldn't he?" Jeanne said indignantly. "Harry does, and he
is just as good-looking as Victor."

Marie burst into a fit of laughter.

"What a champion you are, child, to be sure! But you are quite
right. Clothes, after all, do go a long way towards making a man.
Still, although I think that it is dangerous for Harry, I think it
will be more dangerous for Victor; because, you see, he is a man
and he has the manner of his race, and would find it more difficult
to pass himself off as a workman than Harry, who has got something
of English"--and she hesitated.

"Roughness," Harry put in laughing. "You are quite right, mademoiselle.
I can assure you that with these thick shoes on I find it quite
natural for me to slouch along as the workmen do; and it will be
much more difficult for the count, who always walks with his head
thrown back, and a sort of air of looking down upon mankind in
general."

Marie laughed this ti