damage--so active and light was my poor Clement--it was not before the
old gardener had hobbled forwards, and, with many an old-fashioned oath
and curse, proclaimed himself a partisan of the losing side--a follower
of a ci-devant aristocrat. It was quite enough. He received one or two
good blows, which were, in fact, aimed at his master; and then, almost
before he was aware, he found his arms pinioned behind him with a woman's
garter, which one of the viragos in the crowd had made no scruple of
pulling off in public, as soon as she heard for what purpose it was
wanted. Poor Jacques was stunned and unhappy,--his master was out of
sight, on before; and the old gardener scarce knew whither they were
taking him. His head ached from the blows which had fallen upon it; it
was growing dark--June day though it was,--and when first he seems to
have become exactly aware of what had happened to him, it was when he was
turned into one of the larger rooms of the Abbaye, in which all were put
who had no other allotted place wherein to sleep. One or two iron lamps
hung from the ceiling by chains, giving a dim light for a little circle.
Jacques stumbled forwards over a sleeping body lying on the ground. The
sleeper wakened up enough to complain; and the apology of the old man in
reply caught the ear of his master, who, until this time, could hardly
have been aware of the straits and difficulties of his faithful Jacques.
And there they sat,--against a pillar, the live-long night, holding one
another's hands, and each restraining expressions of pain, for fear of
adding to the other's distress. That night made them intimate friends,
in spite of the difference of age and rank. The disappointed hopes, the
acute suffering of the present, the apprehensions of the future, made
them seek solace in talking of the past. Monsieur de Crequy and the
gardener found themselves disputing with interest in which chimney of the
stack the starling used to build,--the starling whose nest Clement sent
to Urian, you remember, and discussing the merits of different espalier-
pears which grew, and may grow still, in the old garden of the Hotel de