There are times when death is a shock, but not a grief.

And so it was with Nanette Le Beau.

With her own eyes she had looked upon the terrible fate of her husband, and it was not in her gentle soul to weep or wish him alive again.

At last there had overtaken him what LE BON DIEU had intended him to receive some day: justice.

And for the baby's sake more than her own Nanette was not sorry.