"He is one man, and--" "He has plenty of men, madame, and His Excellency--" "His Excellency and hundreds of men cannot stand, if the Government send soldiers against them." "Why should the Gover'ment do that?
They're only going to France; they mean no trouble here." "They have no right to drill and conspire here, my girl." "Well, my uncle and his men will fight; we'll all fight," Elise retorted, her hands grasping the arms of the rocking-chair she sat in.
"But why shouldn't we avoid fighting?
What is there to fight for?
You are all very happy here.

You were very happy here before Monsieur Valmond came.

Are you happy now ?" Madame Chalice's eyes searched the flushed face anxiously.

She was growing more eager every moment to serve, if she could, this splendid creature.
"We would die for him!" answered the girl quickly.
"You would die for him," came the reply, slowly, meaningly.
"And what's it to you, if I would ?" came the sharp retort.

"Why do you fine folk meddle yourselves with poor folk's affairs ?" Then, remembering she was a hostess, with the instinctive courtesy of her race, she said: "Ah, pardon, madame; you meant nothing, I'm sure." "Why should fine folk make poor folk unhappy ?" said Madame Chalice, quietly and sorrowfully, for she saw that Elise was suffering, and all the woman in her came to her heart and lips.