e to mask the fact. Saturday was a day of
apprehension, a day of which the ending was greeted with a sigh of
relief. It was the day for paying fees. Some the inmates paid their own,
their purses refilled by friends who were free; the fees of many were
paid direct to the doctor by their friends. This was the arrangement in
Mademoiselle St. Clair's case. Lucien had told her that it would be the
most satisfactory way, and she had given him power to draw on her money
for the purpose. He had a special agreement with Legrand, he said, for
Jeanne was there on a different footing from the other guests. He hinted
too that Legrand was under such obligations to him that any favor he
asked was practically a command. It was not until the second Saturday
had passed that Jeanne understood all that the payment of these fees
meant. At the table that night there were two empty places, a man's and
a woman's. She asked her neighbor, an elderly Abbe, who had lived well
all his life until he came to the Rue Charonne and was forever grumbling
at the extortion practiced, what had become of them.

"Removed to another prison, mademoiselle. I did not hear which."

"But why?"

"They could not afford to remain here. They are not the first I have
seen made bankrupt by Legrand."

"Ah! this hateful revolution!"

"It will end, mademoiselle. Already the dogs begin to tear one another,
and when that happens, the quarry escapes."

"It will end, yes; but when? How long?"

"Before our purses run dry, I trust, mademoiselle," answered the Abbe,
with a smile.

Jeanne had no fear for her own safety, but great compassion for others.
She began to hate the smiling face of Dr. Legrand. She heard something
of the enormous sums he charged, and wondered what Lucien was paying for
her, and how long he would have to pay it. He had said that at least a
month must elapse before it would be safe to make an attempt to leave
Paris. Unfortunately, he had to think of his own safety as well as hers.
Poor Lucien! She had braved Paris to help him, and her presence in the
city had only added to his difficulty and danger. What was he doing day
by day to end it all? Was Monsieur Barrington helping him? Lucien would
be foolish not to accept the help of such a man, so brave, so full of
resource, so----

These thoughts concerning Richard Barrington made Jeanne start a little.
She was suddenly conscious that she was comparing the two men, and that
one seemed to take hold of h