come more hurt than anybody."

"What has Louis done?"

"What has he done! He's been stirring up feeling against the British.
What has he done!--Look at the silly customs he's got out of old
coffins, to make us believe they're alive. Why did he ever try to marry
you? Why did you ever marry him? You are the great singer of the world.
He's a mad hunchback habitant seigneur!"

She stamped her foot indignantly, but presently she ruled herself to
composure, and said quietly: "He is my husband. He is a brave man, with
foolish dreams." Then with a sudden burst of tender feeling, she said:
"Oh, father, father, can't you see, I loved him--that is why I married
him. You ask me what I am going to do? I am going to give the rest of my
life to him. I am going to stay with him, and be to him all that he may
never have in this world, never--never. I am going to be to him what my
mother was to you, a slave to the end--a slave who loved you, and who
gave you a daughter who will do the same for her husband--"

"No matter what he does or is--eh?"

"No matter what he is."

Lajeunesse gasped. "You will give up singing! Not sing again before
kings and courts, and not earn ten thousand dollars a month--more than
I've earned in twenty years? You don't mean that, Madelinette."

He was hoarse with feeling, and he held out his hand pleadingly. To
him it seemed that his daughter was mad; that she was throwing her life
away.

"I mean that, father," she answered quietly. "There are things worth
more than money."

"You don't mean to say that you can love him as he is. It isn't natural.
But no, it isn't."

"What would you have said, if any one had asked you if you loved my
mother that last year of her life, when she was a cripple, and we
wheeled her about in a chair you made for her?"

"Don't say any more," he said slowly, and took up his hat, and kept
turning it round in his hand. "But you'll prevent him getting into
trouble with the Gover'ment?" he urged at last.

"I have done what I could," she answered. Then with a little gasp: "They
came to arrest him a fortnight ago, but I said they should not enter the
house. Havel and I prevented them--refused to let them enter. The men
did not know what to do, and so they went back. And now this--!" she
pointed to where the soldiers were pitching their tents in the valley
below. "Since then Louis has done nothing to give trouble. He only
writes and dreams. If he would but dream and no more--!"