She had travelled alone, quite alone, our delicate young lady--who in former days had scarcely been allowed to set her little foot on the pavement--from Switzerland to the old home, with a strange belief that here if anywhere she should find him.

And she was rewarded.

The worst of the terrible days were now past, but still disguise was necessary, and it was in the dress of one of her own peasants--the dress in which she had fled--that Mademoiselle Jeanne returned.

But he knew her--through all disguises he would have known her--and she him.

And the first evening they were together in the bare, deserted house, even with all the terrors behind them, the perils before them, the husband and wife were happy." Dudu paused again.