“What is that?” he said, seizing this pretext to approach once more the beautiful creature whom he had just alarmed.

“Don’t touch it!” she replied, quickly, “‘tis my guardian. It will make me find my family again, if I remain worthy to do so. Oh, leave me, monsieur l� capitaine! My mother! My poor mother! My mother! Where art thou? Come to my rescue! Have pity, Monsieur Phoebus, give me back my gorgerette!”

Phoebus retreated amid said in a cold tone, —

“Oh, mademoiselle!

I see plainly that you do not love me!”

“I do not love him!” exclaimed the unhappy child, and at the same time she clung to the captain, whom she drew to a seat beside her.