I fear, madame, that you have had a long and very tiring journey." Poor Adele, who had been famed for neatness even among housekeepers of the Rue St.Martin, hardly dared to look down at her own stained and tattered dress.

Fatigue and danger she had endured with a smiling face, but her patience almost gave way at the thought of facing strangers in this attire.
"My mother will be very glad to welcome you, and to see to every want," said he quickly, as though he had read her thoughts.

"But you, sir, I have surely seen you before." "And I you," cried the guardsman.

"My name is Amory de Catinat, once of the regiment of Picardy.

Surely you are Achille de la Noue de Sainte Marie, whom I remember when you came with your father to the government _levees_ at Quebec." "Yes, it is I," the young man answered, holding out his hand and smiling in a somewhat constrained fashion.