The old man, statesman and soldier, now holding office, had, before he came to this position, knowing the interest and the kind of interest taken by Madeline Desperiers in the petitions presented, volunteered his name to the last document, mentioning, though with due deference to the fashion of the world, the price at which it was to be procured,—­her hand.  His name had just the weight that would have made the other more honorable names successful in their pleading.  What sort of success was to be expected, now that he occupied the passage to royalty?  Elizabeth Montier crossed the threshold of the apartment where the old warrior and statesman sat amongst books and papers, without dismay ruling by pen and voice, as confident in himself, when he took up these weapons, as in the former time of sword and powder.

His practice was to receive all petitioners,—­all should have audience.  But he made short work of business.  Never were affairs dispatched with more celerity, seldom with less conscience.  At a glance his keen eye read, to his own satisfaction, the state of every case,—­and he came to his own conclusions.  His requirement was, that the petitioner should be self-possessed and brief,—­which requisition, hinted by the doorkeeper, and reiterated by the General himself, had not always precisely the effect intended.

The fault was not in Mlle. Desperiers that she had proved so unsuccessful in her petitions, as has been made sufficiently clear.  General Saterges had found in Stephen Cordier a powerful antagonist in action.  He had moved to power through the very paths which Stephen Cordier had attempted to lay waste.  He upheld the faith against which Cordier had preached a crusade.  The old warrior regarded the young thinker as a personal enemy.  It was hardly probable that he would very energetically strive to procure the reversal of a hard sentence in behalf of such a man.

As Adolphus Montier’s daughter came into his presence, she had not the bearing common to such as appeared there with intent to plead for the life or liberty of those they loved.  A sense of the sacredness of her mission was upon her.  She had cried to God, and she believed that He had heard her.  Where do the possibilities of such faith end?  “Time would fail me to tell of Gideon, and of Barak, and of Samson, and of Jephthah, of David also, and of Samuel, and of the prophets; who through faith subdued kingdoms, wrought righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, quenched the violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made strong, waxed valiant in fight, turned to flight the armies of the aliens.  Women received their dead raised to life again; and others were tortured, not accepting deliverance, that they might obtain a better resurrection; and others had trial of cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover, of bonds and imprisonment; they were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain with the sword; they wandered about in sheep-skins and goat-skins, being destitute, afflicted, tormented. And these all, having obtained a good report through faith, received not the promise.”