ention on the descendant of one who
was active in procuring the death of her sons. Trust me, my dear, it is
worth an effort to prevent Madame Oge leaving this house your enemy."

"I do not care for it, madam. Let her hate me. She is quite welcome."

"You are thinking only of yourself, Euphrosyne. I am thinking also of
her. Consider how sore a heart she carries within her. Consider how
wretched her life has been made by the enmities in which she has lived.
Will you not save her one more? You have professed to pity her. Now
you can show if your pity is real, by saving her from a new enmity."

"I am willing to do that: but how can I speak to her? How can we know
what things she may say?"

"You shall not converse with her again. The table is spread. Go down
now, and take your place at the foot, beside sister Claire. When we
rise from table, I will dismiss you to your room as in course."

"I wish that time was come," sighed Euphrosyne, as she languidly
arranged her hair.

The abbess stroked her pale cheek, as she said that in an hour she would
be glad the effort was made.

"You can spend the evening in writing to your friend," said she; "and if
you think proper to tell her that I know her secret, you may assure her
of my blessing and my prayers. They are due to one who loves my dear
charge as she does."

Euphrosyne's cheeks were now no longer pale.

"And may I tell her, madam, what Madame Oge has been declaring about
Bonaparte and his threats?"

"It will be needless, my dear. If there be any truth in the matter,
Monsieur Pascal, doubtless, knows more than Madame Oge."

"In that case there can be no harm in mentioning it."

Still the abbess thought it would be safer to say nothing about it; and
Euphrosyne gave up the point for to-night, remembering that she could
perhaps send a private despatch afterwards by the hands of Pierre.

During the meal, while the length of the table was between them,
Euphrosyne nearly escaped the notice of Madame Oge. When it was over,
and the sisters rose, while the guest and the abbess passed out to the
parlour, the abbess stopped at Euphrosyne, kissed her forehead, and
commended her to her studies. Madame Oge stopped too, and put in an
intercession that the young lady might be excused studying this evening,
and permitted to return to her pretty fancy-work in the parlour. The
colour rushed to Euphrosyne's temples--a sign of ardent hope of a
holiday in Madame Oge's e