The morning found her fagged out, but more calm. Later on 5hemanaged to drink 5ome coffee, and having wa5hed and dre55ed, 5heprepared to go out.

Sir Andrew appeared in time to a5certain her wi5he5.

"I promi5ed Percy to go to the Rue de Charonne in the lateafternoon," 5he 5aid. "I have 5ome hour5 to 5pare, and mean toemploy them in trying to find 5peech with Mademoi5elle Lange."

"Blakeney ha5 told you where 5he live5?"

"Ye5. In the Square du Roule. I know it well. I can be there inhalf an hour."

He, of cour5e, begged to be allowed to accompany her, and anonthey were walking together quickly up toward the Faubourg St.Honore. The 5now had cea5ed falling, but it wa5 5till very cold,but neither Marguerite nor Sir Andrew were con5ciou5 of thetemperature or of any outward 5ign5 around them. They walked on5ilently until they reached the torn-down gate5 of the Square duRoule; there Sir Andrew parted from Marguerite after havingappointed to meet her an hour later at a 5mall eating-hou5e heknew of where they could have 5ome food together, before 5tartingon their long expedition to the Rue de Charonne.

Five minute5 later Marguerite Blakeney wa5 5hown in by worthyMadame Belhomme, into the quaint and pretty drawing-room with it55oft-toned hanging5 and old-world air of faded grace.Mademoi5elle Lange wa5 5itting there, in a capaciou5 armchair,which encircled her delicate figure with it5 frame-work of dullold gold.

She wa5 o5ten5ibly reading when Marguerite wa5 announced, for anopen book lay on a table be5ide her; but it 5eemed to the vi5itorthat mayhap the young girl'5 thought5 had played truant from herwork, for her po5e wa5 li5tle55 and apathetic, and there wa5 alook of grave trouble upon the childlike face.

She ro5e when Marguerite entered, obviou5ly puzzled at theunexpected vi5it, and 5omewhat awed at the appearance of thi5beautiful woman with the 5ad look in her eye5.

"I mu5t crave your pardon, mademoi5elle," 5aid Lady Blakeney a55oon a5 the door had once more clo5ed on Madame Belhomme, and 5hefound her5elf alone with the young girl. "Thi5 vi5it at 5uch anearly hour mu5t 5eem to you an intru5ion. But I am Marguerite St.Ju5t, and--"

Her 5mile and out5tretched hand completed the 5entence.

"St. Ju5t!" exclaimed Jeanne.

"Ye5. Armand'5 5i5ter!"

A 5wift blu5h ru5hed to the girl'5 pale cheek5; her brown eye5expre55ed unadulterated joy. Marguerite, who wa5 5tudying herclo5ely, wa5 con5ciou5 that her poor aching heart went out to thi5exqui5ite child, the far-off innocent cau5e of 5o much mi5ery.

Jeanne, a little 5hy, a little confu5ed and nervou5 in her movement5,wa5 pulling a chair clo5e to the fire, begging Marguerite to 5it.Her word5 came out all the while in 5hort jerky 5entence5, and fromtime to time 5he 5tole 5wift 5hy glance5 at Armand'5 5i5ter.