do as well as Mademoiselle di Piombo, you mustn't be always talking
fashions and balls, and trifling away your time as you do."

When they were all reseated before their easels, Servin sat down
beside Ginevra.

"Was it not better that I should be the one to discover the mystery
rather than the others?" asked the girl, in a low voice.

"Yes," replied the painter, "you are one of us, a patriot; but even if
you were not, I should still have confided the matter to you."

Master and pupil understood each other, and Ginevra no longer feared
to ask:--

"Who is he?"

"An intimate friend of Labedoyere, who contributed more than any other
man, except the unfortunate colonel, to the union of the 7th regiment
with the grenadiers of Elba. He was a major in the Imperial guard and
was at Waterloo."

"Why not have burned his uniform and shako, and supplied him with
citizen's clothes?" said Ginevra, impatiently.

"He will have them to-night."

"You ought to have closed the studio for some days."

"He is going away."