As he entered the gallery, followed by his guests, he beheld it filled with pictures and garnished with choice flowers.
"Pictures!" he exclaimed, "pictures!--and some of the old ones!" He stopped short; his brow clouded; for a moment grief overcame him; he felt the weight of his wrong-doing as the vista of his humiliation came before his eyes.
"It is all your own, father," said Marguerite, guessing the feelings that oppressed his soul.
"Angel, whom the spirits in heaven watch and praise," he cried, "how many times have you given life to your father ?" "Then keep no cloud upon your brow, nor the least sad thought in your heart," she said, "and you will reward me beyond my hopes.

I have been thinking of Lemulquinier, my darling father; the few words you said a little while ago have made me value him; perhaps I have been unjust to him; he ought to remain your humble friend.

Emmanuel has laid by nearly sixty thousand francs which he has economized, and we will give them to Lemulquinier.

After serving you so well the man ought to be made comfortable for his remaining years.

Do not be uneasy about us.