Whatever her own doubts might be upon such a subject, it could serve no purpose to disturb the young girl's serenity.
"Dear Abbe Foucquet," said Juliette after a while, "his is the kind of devotion which I feel sure will never be found under the new regimes of anarchy and of so-called equality.

He would have laid down his life for my father or for me.

And I know that he would never part with the jewels which I entrusted to his care, whilst he had breath and strength to defend them." Marguerite would have wished to pursue the subject a little further.
It was very pathetic to witness poor Juliette's hopes and confidences, which she felt sure would never be realised.
Lady Blakeney knew so much of what was going on in France just now: spoliations, confiscations, official thefts, open robberies, all in the name of equality, of fraternity and of patriotism.

She knew nothing, of course, of the Abbe Foucquet, but the tender little picture of the devoted old man, painted by Juliette's words, had appealed strongly to her sympathetic heart.
Instinct and knowledge of the political aspect of France told her that by entrusting valuable family jewels to the old Abbe, Juliette had most unwittingly placed the man she so much trusted in danger of persecution at the hands of a government which did not even admit the legality of family possessions.

However, there was neither time nor opportunity now to enlarge upon the subject.