In this way, at two places, the figures of those who moved about the pavement on each side of the Place, were very plainly visible; even the faces of some could be distinguished.

Lucia watched these people to-night with a new interest.

Every time the strong glare fell upon a shabby slouching figure, or on a poorly dressed man who wanted the air of being a Frenchman, she thought, "Is that Bailey ?" When the lamp came in, Mrs.Costello had fallen asleep, so Lucia turned it down low, and still sat at the window.

The light on the tower shone out clear and bright--above it the stars looked pale, but the sky was perfectly serene.

Maurice, if he came soon, had every prospect of a fair passage.
"And he will come," she thought to herself, "even if he is really too much vexed with me to forgive me, he will come for mamma's sake." All next day they both kept indoors.