In Paris, Rue St. Francois, No. 3, In a century and a half you will be. 
February the 13th, 1832. -----Pray for me!

The son of the King of Mundi had lost his father and his domains in India by the irresistible march of the English, and was but in title Prince Djalma.  Spite of attempts to make his departure from the East delayed until after the period when he could have obeyed his medal’s command, he had reached France by the second month of 1832.  Nevertheless, the results of shipwreck had detained him from Paris till after that date.  A second possessor of this token had remained unaware of its existence, only discovered by accident.  But an enemy who sought to thwart the union of these seven members, had shut her up in a mad-house, from which she was released only after that day.  Not alone was she in imprisonment.  An old Bonapartist, General Simon, Marshal of France, and Duke de Ligny, had left a wife in Russian exile, while he (unable to follow Napoleon to St. Helena) continued to fight the English in India by means of Prince Djalma’s Sepoys, whom he drilled.  On the latter’s defeat, he had meant to accompany his young friend to Europe, induced the more by finding that the latter’s mother, a Frenchwoman, had left him such another bronze medal as he knew his wife to have had.

Unhappily, his wife had perished in Siberia, without his knowing it, any more than he did, that she had left twin daughters, Rose and Blanche.  Fortunately for them, one who had served their father in the Grenadiers of the Guard.  Francis Baudoin, nicknamed Dagobert, undertook to fulfil the dying mother’s wishes, inspired by the medal.  Saving a check at Leipsic, where one Morok the lion-tamer’s panther had escaped from its cage and killed Dagobert’s horse, and a subsequent imprisonment (which the Wandering Jew’s succoring hand had terminated) the soldier and his orphan charges had reached Paris in safety and in time.  But there, a renewal of the foe’s attempt had gained its end.  By skillful devices, Dagobert and his son Agricola were drawn out of the way while Rose and Blanche Simon were decoyed into a nunnery, under the eyes of Dagobert’s wife.  But she had been bound against interfering by the influence of the Jesuit confessional.  The fourth was M. Hardy, a manufacturer, and the fifth, Jacques Rennepont, a drunken scamp of a workman, who were more easily fended off, the latter in a sponging house, the former by a friend’s lure.  Adrienne de Cardoville, daughter of the Count of Rennepont, who had also been Duke of Cardoville, was the lady who had been unwarrantably placed in the lunatic asylum.  The fifth, unaware of the medal, was Gabriel, a youth, who had been brought up, though a foundling, in Dagobert’s family, as a brother to Agricola.  He had entered holy orders, and more, was a Jesuit, in name though not in heart.  Unlike the others, his return from abroad had been smoothed.  He had signed away all his future prospects, for the benefit of the order