"Very well," said Graham; and indeed he recalled perfectly the
little scene in the salle-à-manger of the Chaudfontaine hotel--
the long dimly lighted room, the two men playing at cards, and
the little child nestling close up to the fair one whom she
called papa. "Yes, I remember him very well," he added, after
a moment's pause.

"How strange that you should see us here again!" said Madelon.
"Did you know we were staying in the hotel, Monsieur?"

"Not at all," answered Horace, smiling. "I only arrived
yesterday, and had no notion that I should find an old
acquaintance to welcome me."

"How fortunate that I was waiting here, and that you saw my
name in that book," said Madelon, evidently looking on the
whole as a great event, brought about by a more remarkable
combination of circumstances than everyday life as a rule
afforded. "Without that you would not have known who I was,
perhaps? Papa will be very glad to see you again. Ah, how I
wish he would come!" she added, all her anxieties suddenly
revived.

"Do you always sit up for him when he is so late?" said
Graham. "Surely it would be wiser for you to go to bed."

"That is just what I said to Mademoiselle an hour ago," said a
kind, cheery voice behind them, belonging to Madame Lavaux,
the mistress of the hotel. "Of what use, I say, is it for her