atisfaction of seeing me here an
exile also, in poverty, betrayed by comrades, as friendless as yourself."

'"It is no satisfaction to me, Monsieur."

'"Well, things done cannot be altered. Now the question: are you quite
recovered?"

'"Not from dislike and dread of you--otherwise, yes."

'"Good morning, Mademoiselle."

'"Good morning."

'They did not meet again till one evening at the theatre (which my
mother's friend was with great difficulty induced to frequent, to perfect
herself in English pronunciation, the idea she entertained at that time
being to become a teacher of English in her own country later on). She
found him sitting next to her, and it made her pale and restless.

'"You are still afraid of me?"

'"I am. O cannot you understand!"

'He signified the affirmative.

'"I follow the play with difficulty," he said, presently.

'"So do I--now," said she.

'He regarded her long, and she was conscious of his look; and while she
kept her eyes on the stage they filled with tears. Still she would not
move, and the tears ran visibly down her cheek, though the play was a
merry one, being no other than Mr. Sheridan's comedy of "The Rivals,"
with Mr. S. Kemble as Captain Absolute. He saw her distress, and that
her mind was elsewhere; and abruptly rising from his seat at
candle-snuffing time he left the theatre.

'Though he lived in the old town, and she in the new, they frequently saw
each other at a distance. One of these occasions was when she was on the
north side of the harbour, by the ferry, waiting for the boat to take her
across. He was standing by Cove Row, on the quay opposite. Instead of
entering the boat when it arrived she stepped back from the quay; but
looking to see if he remained she beheld him pointing with his finger to
the ferry-boat.

'"Enter!" he said, in a voice loud enough to reach her.

'Mademoiselle V--- stood still.

'"Enter!" he said, and, as she did not move, he repeated the word a third
time.

'She had really been going to cross, and now approached and stepped down
into the boat. Though she did not raise her eyes she knew that he was
watching her over. At the landing steps she saw from under the brim of
her hat a hand stretched down. The steps were steep and slippery.

'"No, Monsieur," she said. "Unless, indeed, you believe in God, and
repent of your evil past!"

'"I am sorry you were made to suffer. But I only believe in the god
called Reason, and I do