Victoire immediately went down to the Chateau de Fleury, to get everything in readiness for the reception of the family.

Exiles are expeditious in their return to their native country.  Victoire had but just time to complete her preparations, when Monsieur and Madame de Fleury arrived at Calais.  Victoire had assembled all her companions, all Madame de Fleury’s former pupils; and the hour when she was expected home, they, with the peasants of the neighbourhood, were all in their holiday clothes, and, according to the custom of the country, singing and dancing.  Without music and dancing there is no perfect joy in France.  Never was fete du village or fete du Seigneur more joyful than this.

The old steward opened the gate, the carriage drove in.  Madame de Fleury saw that home which she had little expected evermore to behold, but all other thoughts were lost in the pleasure of meeting her beloved pupils.

“My children!” cried she, as they crowded round her the moment she got out of her carriage—­“my dear, good children!”

It was all she could say.  She leaned on Victoire’s arm as she went into the house, and by degrees recovering from the almost painful excess of pleasure, began to enjoy what she yet only confusedly felt.

Several of her pupils were so much grown and altered in their external appearance, that she could scarcely recollect them till they spoke, and then their voices and the expression of their countenances brought their childhood fully to her memory.  Victoire, she thought, was changed the least, and at this she rejoiced.

The feeling and intelligent reader will imagine all the pleasure that Madame de Fleury enjoyed this day; nor was it merely the pleasure of a day.  She heard from all her friends, with prolonged satisfaction, repeated accounts of the good conduct of these young people during her absence.  She learned with delight how her restoration to her country and her fortune had been effected; and is it necessary to add, that Victoire consented to marry Basile, and that she was suitably portioned, and, what is better still, that she was perfectly happy?  Monsieur de Fleury rewarded the attachment and good conduct of Maurice by taking him into his service, and making him his manager under the old steward at the Chateau de Fleury.

On Victoire’s wedding-day Madame de Fleury produced all the little offerings of gratitude which she had received from her and her companions during her exile.  It was now her turn to confer favours, and she knew how to confer them both with grace and judgment.

“No gratitude in human nature!  No gratitude in the lower classes of the people!” cried she; “how much those are mistaken who think so!  I wish they could know my history, and the history of these my children, and they would acknowledge their error.”

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