Mrs. Grivois had left My Lord in the coach below, for the moments were precious.  Casting a significant glance at Frances she handed her Abbe Dubois’ letter, and said to her, with strong emphasis on every word:  “You will see by this letter, madame, what was the object of my visit, which I have not before been able to explain to you, but on which I truly congratulate myself, as it brings me into connection with these two charming young ladies.”  Rose and Blanche looked at each other in surprise.  Frances took the letter with a trembling hand.  It required all the pressing and threatening injunctions of her confessor to conquer the last scruples of the poor woman, for she shuddered at the thought of Dagobert’s terrible indignation.  Moreover, in her simplicity, she knew not how to announce to the young girls that they were to accompany this lady.

Mrs. Grivois guessed her embarrassment, made a sign to her to be at her ease, and said to Rose, whilst Frances was reading the letter of her confessor:  “How happy your relation will be to see you, my dear young lady!’

“Our relation, madame?” said Rose, more and more astonished.

“Certainly.  She knew of your arrival here, but, as she is still suffering from the effects of a long illness, she was not able to come herself to-day, and has sent me to fetch you to her.  Unfortunately,” added Mrs. Grivois, perceiving a movement of uneasiness on the part of the two sisters, “it will not be in her power, as she tells Mrs. Baudoin in her letter, to see you for more than a very short time—­so you may be back here in about an hour.  But to-morrow or the next day after, she will be well enough to leave home, and then she will come and make arrangements with Mrs. Baudoin and her husband, to take you into her house—­for she could not bear to leave you at the charge of the worthy people who have been so kind to you.”

These last words of Mrs. Grivois made a favorable impression upon the two sisters, and banished their fears of becoming a heavy burden to Dagobert’s family.  If it had been proposed to them to quit altogether the house in the Rue Bris-Miche, without first asking the consent of their old friend, they would certainly have hesitated; but Mrs. Grivois had only spoken of an hour’s visit.  They felt no suspicion, therefore, and Rose said to Frances:  “We may go and see our relation, I suppose, madame, without waiting for Dagobert’s return?”

“Certainly,” said Frances, in a feeble voice, “since you are to be back almost directly.”

“Then, madame, I would beg these dear young ladies to come with me as soon as possible, as I should like to bring them back before noon.

“We are ready, madame,” said Rose.

“Well then, young ladies, embrace your second mother, and come,” said Mrs. Grivois, who was hardly able to control her uneasiness, for she trembled lest Dagobert should return from one moment to the other.

Rose and Blanche embraced Frances, who, clasping in her arms the two charming and innocent creatures that she was about to deliver up, could with difficulty restrain her tears, though she was fully convinced that she was acting for their salvation.