Indeed he had almost betrayed himself by the eagerness with which he exclaimed,-- "What! your mother knew the Widow Lerouge ?" By an effort he restrained himself, and with difficulty dissembled his satisfaction; for he was delighted to find himself so unexpectedly on the trace of the antecedents of the victim of La Jonchere.
"She was," continued Noel, "the slave of Madame Gerdy, devoted to her in every way! She would have sacrificed herself for her at a sign from her hand." "Then you, my dear friend, you knew this poor woman!" "I had not seen her for a very long time," replied Noel, whose voice seemed broken by emotion, "but I knew her well.

I ought even to say I loved her tenderly.

She was my nurse." "She, this woman ?" stammered old Tabaret.
This time he was thunderstruck.

Widow Lerouge Noel's nurse?
He was most unfortunate.

Providence had evidently chosen him for its instrument, and was leading him by the hand.