feelings to be worked upon. Charlotte had told him that her
young mistress was to start that night for Paris to endeavor to hasten
the pardon, and that she desired before leaving to see the Baron de
Sainte-Hermine and obtain his last instructions.

There were five doors to break through to reach the street, a squad of
guards in the courtyard, and sentinels within and without the prison.
Consequently Pere Courtois felt no anxiety lest his prisoners escape. He
therefore consented that Amelie should see Morgan.

We trust our readers will excuse us if we use the names Morgan, Charles,
and the Baron de Sainte-Hermine, interchangeably, since they are aware
that by that triple appellation we intend to designate the same man.

Courtois took a light and walked before Amelie. The young girl, as
though prepared to start by the mail-coach at once on leaving the
prison, carried a travelling bag in her hand. Charlotte followed her
mistress.

"You will recognize the cell, Mademoiselle de Montrevel," said Courtois.
"It is the one in which you were confined with your mother. The leader
of these unfortunate young men, the Baron Charles de Sainte-Hermine,
asked me as a favor to put them in cage No. 1. You know that's the
name we give our cells. I did not think I ought to refuse him that
consolation, knowing how the poor fellow loved you. Oh, don't be
uneasy, Mademoiselle Amelie, I will never breathe your secret. Then he
questioned me, asking which had been your mother's bed, and which yours.
I told him, and then he wanted his to stand just where yours did. That
wasn't hard, for the bed was not only in the same place, but it was the
very one you had used. So, since the poor fellow entered your cell, he
has spent nearly all his time lying on your bed."

Amelie gave a sigh that resembled a groan. She felt--and it was long
since she had done so--a tear moisten her eyelids. Yes! she was loved as
she loved, and the lips of a disinterested stranger gave her the proof
of it. At this moment of eternal separation this conviction shone like a
diamond of light in its setting of sorrow.

The doors opened one by one before Pere Courtois. When they reached the
last one, Amelie laid her hand on the jailer's shoulder. She thought
she heard a chant. Listening attentively, she became aware that it was a
voice repeating verses.

But the voice was not Morgan's; it was unknown to her. Here is what it
said:

I have bared all my heart to the God of th