d Godefroid.

"My grandfather's manuscripts."

"Tell them he can get them from Monsieur Joseph."

The youth thought the words were intended as a cruel joke. He sat down
in the snow as he saw the cab disappearing rapidly. Presently he sprang
up with momentary vigor, returned to his room and went to bed worn out
with fatigue and distress.

The next morning, when the poor boy woke alone in that apartment so
lately occupied by his mother and grandfather, the painful emotions of
his cruel position filled his mind. The solitude of his home, where up
to this time every moment had had its duty and its occupation, seemed
so hard to bear that he went down to Madame Vauthier to ask if she had
received any news of his grandfather. The woman answered sneeringly that
he knew very well, or he might know, where to find his grandfather; the
reason why he had not come in, she said, was because he had gone to live
at the chateau de Clichy. This malicious speech, from the woman who had
coaxed and wheedled him the evening before, put the lad into another
frenzy, and he rushed to the hospital once more, desperate with the idea
that his grandfather was in prison.

Baron Bourlac had wandered all night round the hospital, where he was
refused entrance, and round the private residence of Dr. Halpersohn from
whom he wished, naturally, to obtain an explanation of such treatment.
The doctor did not get home till two in the morning. At half-past one
the old man was at his door; on being told he was absent, he turned and
walked about the grand alley of the Champs Elysees until half-past
two. When he again went to the house, the porter told him that Monsieur
Halpersohn had returned, gone to bed, was asleep, and could not be
disturbed.

The poor father, in despair, wandered along the quay and under the
frost-laden trees of the Cours-la-reine, waiting for daylight. At nine
o'clock in the morning he again presented himself at the doctor's
house, demanding to know the reason why his daughter was thus virtually
imprisoned.

"Monsieur," replied the doctor, to whose presence he was admitted,
"yesterday I told you I would answer for your daughter's recovery; but
to-day I am responsible for her life and you will readily understand
that I must be the sovereign master in such a case. Yesterday your
daughter took a medicine intended to bring out her disease, the _plica
polonica_; until that horrible disease shows itself on the surface you
cannot see her.