Monsieur de Crequy and the gardener found themselves disputing with interest in which chimney of the stack the starling used to build,--the starling whose nest Clement sent to Urian, you remember, and discussing the merits of different espalier- pears which grew, and may grow still, in the old garden of the Hotel de Crequy.

Towards morning both fell asleep.

The old man wakened first.
His frame was deadened to suffering, I suppose, for he felt relieved of his pain; but Clement moaned and cried in feverish slumber.

His broken arm was beginning to inflame his blood.

He was, besides, much injured by some kicks from the crowd as he fell.