The former scene in which Balthazar had meant to kill himself came back to her memory, and she feared some tragic end to the desperate situation in which her father was placed.

She came and went restlessly about the parlor, and quivered every time the bell or the street-door sounded.
At last Balthazar returned.

As he crossed the courtyard Marguerite studied his face anxiously and could see nothing but an expression of stormy grief.

When he entered the parlor she went towards him to bid him good-morning; he caught her affectionately round the waist, pressed her to his heart, kissed her brow, and whispered,-- "I have been to get my passport." The tones of his voice, his resigned look, his feeble movements, crushed the poor girl's heart; she turned away her head to conceal her tears, and then, unable to repress them, she went into the garden to weep at her ease.

During breakfast, Balthazar showed the cheerfulness of a man who had come to a decision.
"So we are to start for Bretagne, uncle," he said to Monsieur Conyncks.
"I have always wished to go there." "It is a place where one can live cheaply," replied the old man.
"Is our father going away ?" cried Felicie.
Monsieur de Solis entered, bringing Jean.
"You must leave him with me to-day," said Balthazar, putting his son beside him.