ting me I could trace his clear eyebrows, high forehead, and
the laughter lines down his cheeks. He was long between the eyes and
mouth, and he had a full and resolute chin.

"You are not fat, Lazarre," said Philippe, "your forehead is wide rather
than receding, and you have not a double chin. Otherwise you are the
image of one--Who are you?"

"I don't know."

"Don't know who you are?"

"No. We heard all that you and the potter were saying down here, and I
wondered how many boys there are in America that are provided for
through an agent in New York, without knowing their parents. Now that is
my case."

"Do you say you have lived among the Indians?"

"Yes: among the Iroquois."

"Who placed you there?"

"No one could tell me except my Indian father; and he would not tell."

"Do you remember nothing of your childhood?"

"Nothing."

"Did you ever see Bellenger before?"

"I never saw him before to-night."

"But I saw him," said Madame de Ferrier, "in London, when I was about
seven years old. It made a stronger impression on me than anything else
that ever happened in my life, except"--she stopped.

"Except the taking off of my mother and brothers to the guillotine."

The man who told me to call him Louis Philippe turned toward her, with
attention as careful as his avoidance when she wished to be unobserved.
She rose, and came around the fire, making a deep courtesy.

"My family may not be unknown to his royal highness the Duke of Orleans.
We are De Ferriers of Mont-Louis; emigres now, like many others."

"Madame, I knew your family well. They were loyal to their king."

"My father died here in America. Before we sailed we saw this man in
London."

"And with him--"

"A boy."

"Do you remember the boy well?"

"I remember him perfectly."

The wailing in the cabin became louder and turned to insistent animal
howls. Instead of a babe the imprisoned creature was evidently a dog. I
wondered that the potter did not let him out to warm his hide at the
fire.

"Did you ever see the boy again?"

"I did not see him again until he was brought to Count de Chaumont's
house last summer."

"Why to De Chaumont? Le Ray de Chaumont is not one of us. He is of the
new nobility. His chateau near Blois was bought by his grandfather, and
he takes his name from the estate. I have heard he is in favor with
Bonaparte."

"Even we of the old nobility, prince, may be reduced to seek favor of
Bonaparte."

"Heaven for