nien's good; as you
really have helped to compromise his future you will not stand in the
way of his making himself another position."

"And it is you who say that to me?"

"If I did not say it to you, who would?" cried the abbe rising and
making a hasty retreat.

As he left the house he saw Ursula and her godfather standing in their
courtyard. The weak doctor had been so entreated by Ursula that he had
just yielded to her. She wanted to go with him to Paris, and gave a
thousand reasons. He called to the abbe and begged him to engage the
whole coupe for him that very evening if the booking-office were still
open.

The next day at half-past six o'clock the old man and the young girl
reached Paris, and the doctor went at once to consult his notary.
Political events were then very threatening. Monsieur Bongrand had
remarked in the course of the preceding evening that a man must be a
fool to keep a penny in the public funds so long as the quarrel between
the press and the court was not made up. Minoret's notary now indirectly
approved of this opinion. The doctor therefore took advantage of his
journey to sell out his manufacturing stocks and his shares in the
Funds, all of which were then at a high value, depositing the proceeds
in the Bank of France. The notary also advised his client to sell the
stocks left to Ursula by Monsieur de Jordy. He promised to employ an
extremely clever broker to treat with Savinien's creditors; but said
that in order to succeed it would be necessary for the young man to stay
several days longer in prison.

"Haste in such matters always means the loss of at least fifteen per
cent," said the notary. "Besides, you can't get your money under seven
or eight days."

When Ursula heard that Savinien would have to say at least a week longer
in jail she begged her godfather to let her go there, if only once. Old
Minoret refused. The uncle and niece were staying at a hotel in the
Rue Croix des Petits-Champs where the doctor had taken a very suitable
apartment. Knowing the scrupulous honor and propriety of his goddaughter
he made her promise not to go out while he was away; at other times
he took her to see the arcades, the shops, the boulevards; but nothing
seemed to amuse or interest her.

"What do you want to do?" asked the old man.

"See Saint-Pelagie," she answered obstinately.

Minoret called a hackney-coach and took her to the Rue de la Clef, where
the carriage drew up before the shabby