"AND ONLY ONE DOSE IN ALL THE WORLD!" In his picture of the life led by the two women on the upper floor of the house in the Corraterie, that picture which by a singular intuition he had conceived on the day of his arrival, Claude had not gone far astray.

In all respects but one the picture was truly drawn.

Than the love between mother and daughter, no tie could be imagined at once more simple and more holy; no union more real and pure than that which bound together these two women, left lonely in days of war and trouble in the midst of a city permanently besieged and menaced by an enduring peril.
Almost forgotten by the world below, which had its own cares, its alarums and excursions, its strivings and aims, they lived for one another.

The weak health of the one and the brave spirit of the other had gradually inverted their positions; and the younger was mother, the elder, daughter.

Yet each retained, in addition, the pious instincts of the original relation.