’In the carriage, in the heart of the barricade at the Porte St. Denis.’

‘It is too much!’ cried Isabel, recovering her utterance, and rising with her hands locked together in her emotion.  ’You make me repent my having lamented for it!’

‘I had an old respect for Clara’s clasp.’

‘I never saw a prettier attention,’ said his aunt.

‘It is only a pity that you cannot fasten it on for her.’

‘That could only be done by the right hand,’ muttered Louia, under his breath, enjoying her blush.

‘You have not told us how you got it!’ said Virginia.

’It struck me that there was a chance, and I had promised to lose none.  I found the soldiers in the act of pulling down the barricade.  What an astonishing construction it is!  I spoke to the officer, who was very civil, and caused me to depose that I had hired the carriage, and belonged to the young lady.  I believe my sling had a great effect; for they set up a shout of acclamation when the bracelet appeared, lying on the cushion as quietly as if it were in its own drawer.’

‘The value will be greater than ever now, Isabel,’ said Lady Conway.  ‘You will never lose it again!’

Isabel did not gainsay her.

The Captain shrugged his shoulders, and looked sagacious at his patient’s preparation for the journey before him.

Louis gravely looked into his face as he took leave of him, and said, ‘You are wrong.’

The Captain raised his eyebrows incredulously.  As they left the city, the bells of all the churches were tolling for the martyred Archbishop.  And not for him alone was there mourning and lamentation through the city:  death and agony were everywhere; in some of the streets, each house was a hospital, and many a groan and cry of mortal pain was uttered through that fair summer-day.  Louis, in a low voice, reminded Isabel that, on this same day, the English primate was consecrating the abbey newly restored for a missionary college; and his eyes glistened as he dwelt with thanksgiving upon the contrast, and thought of the ’peace within our walls, and plenteousness within our palaces.’

He lay back in his corner of the carriage, too much tired to talk; though, by-and-by, he began to smile over his own musings, or to make some lazily ludicrous remark to amuse Virginia.  His aunt caressed her wounded hero, and promoted his intercourse with Isabel, to his exquisite amusement, in his passive, debonnaire condition, especially as Isabel was perfectly insensible to all these manuoevres.

There she sat, gazing out of window, musing first on the meeting with the live Sir Roland, secondly on the amends to be made in the ’Chapel in the valley.’  The Cloten of the piece must not even be a Vidame nothing distantly connected with a V; even though this prototype was comporting himself much more like the nonchalant, fantastic Viscount, than like her resolute, high-minded Knight at the Porte St. Denis.