eased at the scene that presented itself to her eyes at
the back of the house where these worthy folks lived in the Rue
Saint-Lazare, not far from the Rue du Rocher. High above the stores
and workshops, now well filled, where toiled a swarm of apprentices and
workmen--all Italians from the valley of Domo d'Ossola--the master's
family occupied a set of rooms, which hard work had blessed with
abundance. The Baroness was hailed like the Virgin Mary in person.

After a quarter of an hour's questioning, Adeline, having to wait for
the father to inquire how his business was prospering, pursued her
saintly calling as a spy by asking whether they knew of any families
needing help.

"Ah, dear lady, you who could save the damned from hell!" said the
Italian wife, "there is a girl quite near here to be saved from
perdition."

"A girl well known to you?" asked the Baroness.

"She is the granddaughter of a master my husband formerly worked for,
who came to France in 1798, after the Revolution, by name Judici. Old
Judici, in Napoleon's time, was one of the principal stove-fitters in
Paris; he died in 1819, leaving his son a fine fortune. But the younger
Judici wasted all his money on bad women; till, at last, he married one
who was sharper than the rest, and she had this poor little girl, who is
just turned fifteen."

"And what is wrong with her?" asked Adeline, struck by the resemblance
between this Judici and her husband.

"Well, madame, this child, named Atala, ran away from her father, and
came to live close by here with an old German of eighty at least, named
Vyder, who does odd jobs for people who cannot read and write. Now,
if this old sinner, who bought the child of her mother, they say for
fifteen hundred francs, would but marry her, as he certainly has not
long to live, and as he is said to have some few thousand of francs a
year--well, the poor thing, who is a sweet little angel, would be out of
mischief, and above want, which must be the ruin of her."

"Thank you very much for the information. I may do some good, but I must
act with caution.--Who is the old man?"

"Oh! madame, he is a good old fellow; he makes the child very happy, and
he has some sense too, for he left the part of town where the Judicis
live, as I believe, to snatch the child from her mother's clutches. The
mother was jealous of her, and I dare say she thought she could make
money out of her beauty and make a _mademoiselle_ of the girl.

"Atal