"My mother was a cousin of the Prince of Passy, the great Protestant--" "Of Passy--ah!" said Elizabeth amazed.

"Then you are Protestants indeed; and your face is no invention, but cometh honestly.

No, no, 'tis no accident--God rest his soul, great Passy!" "She died--my mother--when I was a little child.

I can but just remember her--so brightly quiet, so quick, so beautiful.

In Rouen life had little motion; but now and then came stir and turmoil, for war sent its message into the old streets, and our captains and our peasants poured forth to fight for the King.