ople in the street,' it was so early, and I was
just about to open my mouth and cry out that Mamsell had on my black
suit and I wanted her to give it back, when my Baron clapped his hand
over my mouth and I nearly choked. 'Donner-wetter' how he gripped me!
But only a minute, for suddenly his strength gave out and he stood
stock-still and began to tremble. He had looked at Manon and she at him.
Such a smile came over her face and she bowed her head, and then the
cart drove quickly on. My master stood in one spot for as much as a
quarter of an hour, and big tears rolled down his cheeks. 'A horrible
mistake!' he murmured, 'she told me she was in no danger, that her
father would get her free the next day--he could not have found her!
Heavenly Father, couldst thou not have pity on her youth and beauty?'
He said much more and I got impatient when he wouldn't go on, and said,
'Herr Baron, the little Mamsell is gone for good and all, I suppose, and
my black suit too, so there's no chance of my ever seeing that again,
but if we stay here much longer they'll take us to the "Gartine" too,
and the little Mamsell wouldn't wish that, or why should she have made
all this fuss about my suit. And by this time she's certainly in heaven,
and that's a very good place they say!'

"I talked like this to my Baron, till he began to walk, and went faster
and faster, out through the city gates, and never looked back for me
till we came to some houses where English lived in a village a few miles
from Paris, where the French didn't make such a time as in the city
itself. The English were going back to their own country, as all this
was rather uncomfortable, and we traveled with them by slow stages to
the coast, and then in a small boat to England, where they eat their
beef too red for my taste; In other ways they live well enough, and I
would have had nothing to complain of if my Baron had been a little more
cheerful. He had forgotten how to laugh, had grown pale and silent, and
nights instead of sleeping he lay groaning and muttering in French and
Danish to himself. In his dreams he was always calling for Manon, a
senseless thing to do since she couldn't come!"

The old man looked thoughtfully toward the setting sun. "When I thought
over the whole affair I felt dreadfully sorry about little Mam-sell. She
was such a pretty little thing with short brown hair, and such laughing
eyes as if there were no trouble or sorrow in the world. I was only
a g