lier condition of the strictest economy had become
one of quiet, concealed, shamefaced misery, the poverty of a noble
family--which in spite of misfortune never forgets its rank.

Hector de Gribelin had been educated in the provinces, under the paternal
roof, by an aged priest. His people were not rich, but they managed to
live and to keep up appearances.

At twenty years of age they tried to find him a position, and he entered
the Ministry of Marine as a clerk at sixty pounds a year. He foundered on
the rock of life like all those who have not been early prepared for its
rude struggles, who look at life through a mist, who do not know how to
protect themselves, whose special aptitudes and faculties have not been
developed from childhood, whose early training has not developed the
rough energy needed for the battle of life or furnished them with tool or
weapon.

His first three years of office work were a martyrdom.

He had, however, renewed the acquaintance of a few friends of his family
--elderly people, far behind the times, and poor like himself, who
lived in aristocratic streets, the gloomy thoroughfares of the Faubourg
Saint-Germain; and he had created a social circle for himself.

Strangers to modern life, humble yet proud, these needy aristocrats lived
in the upper stories of sleepy, old-world houses. From top to bottom of
their dwellings the tenants were titled, but money seemed just as scarce
on the ground floor as in the attics.

Their eternal prejudices, absorption in their rank, anxiety lest they
should lose caste, filled the minds and thoughts of these families once
so brilliant, now ruined by the idleness of the men of the family. Hector
de Gribelin met in this circle a young girl as well born and as poor as
himself and married her.

They had two children in four years.

For four years more the husband and wife, harassed by poverty, knew no
other distraction than the Sunday walk in the Champs-Elysees and a few
evenings at the theatre (amounting in all to one or two in the course of
the winter) which they owed to free passes presented by some comrade or
other.

But in the spring of the following year some overtime work was entrusted
to Hector de Gribelin by his chief, for which he received the large sum
of three hundred francs.

The day he brought the money home he said to his wife:

"My dear Henrietta, we must indulge in some sort of festivity--say
an outing for the children."

And after a