"It was then," continued Athos, "that the king pronounced
the word, `REMEMBER!' addressed to me. You see, sire, that I
have remembered."

The king could not resist or conceal his emotion. Athos
beheld the movement of his shoulders, which undulated
convulsively; he heard the sobs which burst from his
overcharged breast. He was silent himself, suffocated by the
flood of bitter remembrances he had just poured upon that
royal head. Charles II., with a violent effort, left the
window, devoured his tears, and came and sat by Athos.
"Sire," said the latter, "I thought till to-day that the
time had not yet arrived for the employment of that last
resource; but, with my eyes fixed upon England, I felt it
was approaching. To-morrow I meant to go and inquire in what
part of the world your majesty was, and then I purposed
going to you. You come to me, sire; that is an indication
that God is with us."

"My lord," said Charles, in a voice choked by emotion, "you
are, for me, what an angel sent from heaven would be, -- you
are a preserver sent to me from the tomb of my father
himself; but, believe me, for ten years' civil war has
passed over my country, striking down men, tearing up the
soil, it is no more probable that gold should remain in the
entrails of the earth, than love in the hearts of my
subjects."

"Sire, the spot in which his majesty buried the million is