was a Huguenot, and also in danger. I see, also, that my
father considered his enemies altogether too powerful for any hope to
remain that he could resist them, and that finally, after my mother's
death, he grew weary of the world, and went away somewhere to die.

"Now, the fact that he lived two years in Quebec made me have some
thoughts at first of going there; but afterwards I recollected how
long it had been since he was there, and it seemed quite improbable
that I should find any one now who could tell me anything about him;
while, if I went to France, I thought it might be comparatively easy
to learn the cause of his exile and punishment. And so, as I couldn't
find any vessels going direct from Boston, I concluded to go to
Louisbourg and take ship there. I thought also that I might find out
something at Louisbourg; though what I expected I can hardly say.

"You spoke as though you supposed that this Cazeneau had something to
do with my father's trouble. Do you think that his present journey
has anything to do with it? That is, do you think he is coming out on
the same errand as your father?"

"I really do not know what to say about that. I should think not. I
know that he has some office in Louisbourg, and I do not see what
motive he can have to search after the Montresors. I believe that
papa hopes to find your papa, so as to make some atonement, or
something of that sort; but I do not believe that Cazeneau is capable
of making atonement for anything. I do not believe that Cazeneau has
a single good quality. Cazeneau is my father's evil genius."

Mimi spoke these words with much vehemence, not caring, in her
excitement, whether she was overheard or not; but scarce had she
uttered them than she saw emerging from the forecastle the head of
Cazeneau himself. She stopped short, and looked at him in amazement
and consternation. He bowed blandly, and coming upon deck, walked
past her to the stern. After he had passed, Mimi looked at Claude
with a face full of vexation.

"Who could have supposed," said she, "that he was so near? He must
have heard every word!"

"Undoubtedly he did," said Claude, "and he had a chance of verifying
the old adage that 'listeners never hear good of themselves.'"

"O, I wish you would be on your guard!" said Mimi, in real distress.
"It makes me feel very anxious."

She threw at Claude a glance so full of tender interest and pathetic
appeal, that Claude's playful mood gave way to one