of the noble action of the young man, and he felt sure that as soon as Calvert was himself again he would request him to keep silence about his share in the matter.  He was right, for when Calvert was come to his senses again and was beginning to be convalescent—­which was at the end of a week—­he told Mr. Morris the particulars of his encounter with St. Aulaire, requesting that he make no mention of his part in the affair and begging him to urge d’Azay to leave Paris.  This was the more necessary as St. Aulaire, though badly wounded, was fully conscious and might at any moment cause d’Azay’s arrest, and, moreover, passports were becoming daily harder to obtain.

Mr. Morris had to confess his inability to comply with Calvert’s first request, but promised to see d’Azay immediately, and, ordering his carriage, in half an hour was on his way to the rue St. Honore.  No man in Paris knew better than he the risk an aristocrat ran who was denounced to the Assembly and remained in Paris, nor how difficult it was to get out of the city.  He was also aware of rumors concerning d’Azay of which he thought best not to tell Calvert in his present condition, but which made him seriously fear for d’Azay’s safety.

On his arrival in the rue St. Honore he found Adrienne with the old Duchess in one of the smaller salons, but d’Azay was not with them, nor did they know where he was.  Mr. Morris had not intended telling the two ladies of his mission, fearing to increase the anxiety which he knew they already felt on d’Azay’s account, but he suddenly changed his determination and, in a few words, informed them of Calvert’s urgent message to d’Azay and of the reasons for his instant departure from Paris.

“He is not safe for a day,” he said.  “Calvert has saved him for the time being, but St. Aulaire, though unable himself to go to the Assembly and prefer charges against him, can find a dozen tools among the Orleans party who will do his dirty work for him.  The mere assertion that d’Azay is in correspondence with Monsieur de Conde or any of the counter-revolutionists will send him to prison—­or worse.  As you know, he, like Lafayette, is out of favor with all factions.  There is but one thing to do—­get him out of Paris.”

“He will never go!” said the old Duchess, proudly.

“He must!  Listen,” said Adrienne, rising and laying her hand on Mr. Morris’s arm.  “I think he will never ask for a passport himself, but if we could get it for him, if, when he comes in, he should find all in readiness for his going, if we could convince him by these means that his immediate departure was so necessary—­” She stood looking at Mr. Morris, forcing herself to be calm, and with such an expression of courage and determination on her pale face that Mr. Morris, who had always admired her, was touched and astonished.