When I lay ill with a fever, and not a soul else to help me, she came and gave me medicines and food--in short, I owe my life to her.

'Tis ten years ago, but I remember it well, and now it is our turn to rule, and she shall be paid as she deserves.

Not a stone of the Chateau de Fleury shall be touched!" With loud acclamations the mob joined in the generous enthusiasm of the moment and followed their leader peaceably out of the village.

All this passed with such rapidity as scarcely to leave the impression of reality upon the mind.

As soon as the sun rose in the morning Victoire looked out for the turrets of the Chateau de Fleury, and she saw that they were safe--safe in the midst of the surrounding devastation.