But still that line upon your brow, dearest." "I was wishing that father would return." "And why?
Are you so lonely, then ?" Her pale face lit up with a quick smile.

"I shall not be lonely until to-night.

But I am always uneasy when he is away.

One hears so much now of the persecution of our poor brethren." "Tut! my uncle can defy them." "He has gone to the provost of the Mercer Guild about this notice of the quartering of the dragoons." "Ah, you have not told me of that." "Here it is." She rose and took up a slip of blue paper with a red seal dangling from it which lay upon the table.

His strong, black brows knitted together as he glanced at it.
"Take notice," it ran, "that you, Theophile Catinat, cloth-mercer of the Rue St.Martin, are hereby required to give shelter and rations to twenty men of the Languedoc Blue Dragoons under Captain Dalbert, until such time as you receive a further notice.