t could be seen that she was trembling
from head to foot. She was waiting for a voice, she was wondering if she
would hear a voice, and as she waited and wondered she heard a voice from
behind the curtain near where she sat apart, a voice which reached her
ears, a voice with a mysterious message--"I am here."

The princess clasped her hand to her heart. "Ah!" she murmured, "will
the dead speak? Is this my child?" And again the voice spoke and
answered: "No."

By this time Gonzague and the girl had reached the princess, who now rose
to her feet and confronted the pair as she spoke. "My child should have
with her a packet containing the page torn away from the register of the
chapel of Caylus, torn away with my own hands." She turned to Flora and
questioned her: "Have you that packet?"

Flora dropped on her knees and stretched out her hands with a pretty,
pathetic air of supplication. "Madame, I have nothing. Ah, madame, the
poor little gypsy girl asks of you neither wealth nor station; she only
entreats you to love her as she loves you."

The princess prayed silently: "Oh, Heaven help me! Heaven inspire me!"

Gonzague was startled by this sudden hostility to his scheme, but spoke
with respectful earnestness: "Madame," he said, slowly, "we have
depositions, sworn to and duly attested in Madrid, that this girl, then a
year-old child, was given to a band of gypsies by a man whose description
coincides exactly with that of one of the men believed to have been
concerned in the attack upon Louis de Nevers in the moat of Caylus. We
have their statements that in their hearing the man called the child
Gabrielle, that he said to the head gypsy that she was of noble birth,
and that he gave her up to them because he wished the child to suffer
for the hate he bore her father. All this and more than this we can
prove. For my part, I say that in this girl's lineaments I seem to see
again the features of my dear dead friend. Madame, to reject the child
whom we believe to be the daughter of Nevers, you must have reasons grave
indeed--the strongest proofs. Have you such reasons, such proofs?"

From behind the curtain a voice travelled to the princess's ears,
murmuring, "Yes," and the princess repeated, "Yes," confidently.

Gonzague drew himself up with a look of pain and sorrow. "I understand,
madame. Some impostor, speculating upon your sorrow, has told you that he
has found your child."

Chavernay whispered behind his hand to Na