yette, "that we should be protecting a King for
whom we have so little respect!"

"Still, we will do our duty," answered Scheffer.

They made their way to the Tuileries, and posted themselves on the
terrace beneath the windows of the King's private apartments. As they sat
on the steps in the wan light of breaking day. Scheffer heard some one
softly calling his name. He listened and the call was repeated.

"Who wants me?" answered Scheffer.

"'Tis I, the Queen!" came the answer.

Scheffer looked up and at the lattice of the window saw the white face of
the woman he had known so well and intimately for a full score of years.

The terror of the occasion did away with all courtly etiquette.

"Who is with you?" asked the Queen.

"Only Lafayette," was the answer.

"Come in at once, both of you. The King has abdicated and you must
conduct us to a place of safety."

Scheffer and his companion ran up the steps, the Queen unbolted the door
with her own hands, and they entered. Inside the hallway they found Louis
Philippe dressed as for a journey, with no sign of kingly trappings. With
them were their sons and several grandchildren.

They filed out of the palace, through the garden, and into the Place de
la Concorde--that spot of ghastly memories.

The King looked about nervously. Some of the mob recognized him.

Scheffer concluded that a bold way was the best, and stepping ahead of
Louis Philippe, called in a voice of authority, "Make way--make way for
the King!"

The crowd parted dumb with incredulity at the strange sight.

By the fountain in the square stood a public carriage, and into this
shabby vehicle of the night the royal passengers were packed.

Dumas, who had followed the procession, mounted the box.

Scheffer gave a quick whispered order to the driver, closed the door with
a slam, lifted his hat, and the vehicle rumbled away towards the Quai.

When Scheffer got back to the Tuileries the mob had broken in the iron
gates at the front of the gardens, and was surging through the palace in
wild disorder.

Scheffer hastened home to tell Cornelie the news of the night.

* * * * *

When the Little Mother died, a daughter of Henri Scheffer came to join
the household of Ary Scheffer. The name of this niece was also Cornelie.

The fact of there being two young women in the house by one name has led
to confusion among the biographers. And thus it happens that at least
four e