What is it ?" "What a dance you have led me!" cried the messenger.

"I come from the commissioner, who sends you a passport, and desires you to go to Bordeaux as fast as you can." What a smile broke over my uncle's face! "Said I not," cried he, joyfully, "that a path would doubtless open for me?
Henceforth, my children, never distrust the Lord." His course was now altered.

Instead of making for the nearest coast, now within a few miles, on the borders of the Mediterranean, he decided to proceed with all convenient speed to Montauban, where my aunt had friends, thence down the Garonne, and so to Bordeaux.

I could but set him on his way and trust his future course to the same good Providence that had hitherto protected him.

My aunt was decided to follow his fortunes, happen what would..