DESCRIBES A FRENCHMAN'S VISIT "Monsieur Goslin, Sir Henry," Hill announced, entering his master's room one morning a fortnight later, just as the blind man was about to descend to breakfast.

"He's in the library, sir." "Goslin!" exclaimed the Baronet, in great surprise.

"I'll go to him at once; and Hill, serve breakfast for two in the library, and tell Miss Gabrielle that I do not wish to be disturbed this morning." "Very well, Sir Henry;" and the man bowed and went down the broad oak staircase.
"Goslin here, without any announcement!" exclaimed the Baronet, speaking to himself.

"Something must have happened.

I wonder what it can be." He tugged at his collar to render it more comfortable; and then, with a groping hand on the broad balustrade, he felt his way down the stairs and along the corridor to the big library, where a stout, grey-haired Frenchman came forward to greet him warmly, after carefully closing the door.
"Ah, _mon cher ami_!" he began; and, speaking in French, he inquired eagerly after the Baronet's health.