ncestor, the Chevalier Jean Ross, who, when he was
storming a castle in Flanders, exclaimed: 'Victory, companions! we
command the door of the wine cellar!'"

The words of a Persian proverb: "You are a liar, but you delight me,"
passed through Chrysler's mind.

The rap sounded again, and louder, on the door below.

De Bleury's manner changed. He looked at his companion as if revolving
some plan; then moving rapidly to the ticket-office-like-closet, he
opened a door, and beckoned him in, signing to sit down and keep quiet.
The closet was darker than the darkest part of the surrounding garret,
for the dormer window in it, similar to the one near the table, was
boarded up, all but a single irregular aperture, admitting light enough
only to reveal the surroundings after lapse of some time.

De Bleury, however, by holding his purse up to the chink of light,
managed to assure himself of the denomination of a bank-note, and then,
turning hastily, lifted the sliding door of the ticket-hole a trifle and
pushing out the money, left it partly under the slide, letting in a grey
beam on their darkness. He then silently applied his eye to an
augur-hole above the slide, and waited. Meantime the knock sounded once
more and pair of heavy steps came up the stairs, and tramped towards
them; and some indefinable recognition of the heavy tread came vaguely
to Chrysler. The steps stopped, the note was withdrawn, the tread sank
away down the stairs, and De Bleury, rollicking with suppressed
laughter, opened the door.

"You have overseen a ceremony of the Freemasons," he said. "Truly. You
don't believe it? I am a Freemason, I _am_, Chrysler," he said,
sententiously, with a trace of the champagne, "I have observed a square
and compass among the charms at your watch-chain. You know, therefore,
your duties towards a brother, not, perhaps, not to see; but having
seen, not to divulge. You understand?"

"Perfectly, my dear De Bleury. Excuse me, I have an engagement at the
Manoir."

CHAPTER XXXV.

THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE.

"Proneurs de l'ancien regime, dites-moi ce que vous faites de ces belles
et riches natures de femmes, qui sortent du sang genereux du peuple?"

--ETIENNE PARENT.

During the excitement and bustle, Mr. Chrysler also sometimes fell into
the modest society of Josephte. The girl seemed sad at these times, and
to be losing the serene peace which at first seemed her characteristic.
He remarked this to Madame Bois-Heb