of marquetry, among other things that served him to restore the chateau.  In 1792 all the furniture of the house had been taken or destroyed, for the pillage of the mansions in town was imitated in the valley.  Each time that the old man went to Troyes he returned with some relic of the former splendor, sometimes a fine carpet for the floor of the salon, at other times part of a dinner service, or a bit of rare old porcelain of either Sevres or Dresden.  During the last six months he had ventured to dig up the family silver, which the cook had buried in the cellar of a little house belonging to him at the end of one of the long faubourgs in Troyes.

That faithful servant, named Durieu, and his wife had followed the fortunes of their young mistress.  Durieu was the factotum of the chateau, and his wife was the housekeeper.  He was helped in the cooking by the sister of Catherine, Laurence’s maid, to whom he was teaching his art and who gave promise of becoming an excellent cook.  An old gardener, his wife, a son paid by the day, and a daughter who served as a dairy-woman, made up the household.  Madame Durieu had lately and secretly had the Cinq-Cygne liveries made for the gardener’s son and for Gothard.  Though blamed for this imprudence by Monsieur d’Hauteserre, the housekeeper took great pleasure in seeing the dinner served on the festival of Saint-Laurence, the countess’s fete-day, with almost as much style as in former times.

This slow and difficult restoration of departed things was the delight of Monsieur and Madame d’Hauteserre and the Durieus.  Laurence smiled at what she thought nonsense.  But the worthy old d’Hauteserre did not forget the more solid matters; he repaired the buildings, put up the walls, planted trees wherever there was a chance to make them grow, and did not leave an inch of unproductive land.  The whole valley regarded him as an oracle in the matter of agriculture.  He had managed to recover a hundred acres of contested land, not sold as national property, being in some way confounded with that of the township.  This land he had turned into fields which afforded good pasturage for his horses and cattle, and he planted them round with poplars, which now, at the end of six years, were making a fine growth.  He intended to buy back some of the lost estate, and to utilize all the out-buildings of the chateau by making a second farm and managing it himself.

Life at the chateau had thus become during the last two years prosperous and almost happy.  Monsieur d’Hauteserre was off at daybreaks to overlook his laborers, for he employed them in all weathers.  He came home to breakfast, mounted his farm pony as soon as the meal was over, and made his rounds of the estate like a bailiff, —­getting home in time for dinner, and finishing the day with a game of boston.  All the inhabitants of the chateau had their stated occupations; life was as closely regulated there as in a convent.  Laurence alone