Mademoiselle was disposed to be wakeful, to nursing her when
she was ill, taking her to fêtes on grand holidays, buying her
pretty things, walking with her, teaching her dancing, and
singing, and reading; and she loved him so much--ah! so much!
Indeed, in all the world, the child had but one object for a
child's boundless powers of trust and love and veneration, and
that one was her father.

"And where do you generally live now?" asked Graham.

"Why, nowhere in particular," Madelon answered. "Of course
not--they were always travelling about. Papa had to go to a
great many places. They had come last from Spa, and before
that they had been at Wiesbaden and Homburg, and last winter
they had spent at Nice: and now they were on their way to
Paris."

"And do you and your papa always live alone? Have you not an
uncle?" enquired Graham, remembering the Belgian's speech
about the brother-in-law.

"Oh! yes, there is Uncle Charles--he comes with us generally;
but sometimes he goes away, and then I am so glad."

"How is that? are you not fond of him?"

"No," said Madelon, "I don't like him at all; he is very
disagreeable, and teases me. And he is always wanting me to go
away; he says, 'Adolphe'--that is papa, you know--'when is that
child going to school?' But papa pays no attention to him, for