He drew one of the little rolls of paper and handed it to the president, who unfolded it.
"Morgan!" said he.
"What are my instructions ?" asked the young man.
"Remember," replied the president, with a solemnity to which the cloistral arches lent a supreme grandeur, "that you bear the name and title of Baron de Sainte-Hermine, that your father was guillotined on the Place de la Revolution and that your brother was killed in Conde's army.

Noblesse oblige! Those are your instructions." "And what else ?" asked the young man.
"As to the rest," said the president, "we rely on your royalist principles and your loyalty." "Then, my friends, permit me to bid you farewell at once.

I would like to be on the road to Paris before dawn, and I must pay a visit before my departure." "Go!" said the president, opening his arms to Morgan.

"I embrace you in the name of the Brotherhood.

To another I should say, 'Be brave, persevering and active'; to you I say, 'Be prudent.'" The young man received the fraternal embrace, smiled to his other friends, shook hands with two or three of them, wrapped himself in his mantle, pulled his hat over his eyes and departed..