here on the green in broad daylight."

The young girl gave a slight shudder and her child-like face became a
shade paler than before. Marguerite took her hand and gave it a
kindly pressure. Juliette Marny, but lately come to England, saved
from under the very knife of the guillotine, by a timely and daring
rescue, could scarcely believe as yet that she and the man she loved
were really out of danger.

"There is Monsieur Deroulede," said Marguerite after a slight pause,
giving the young girl time to recover herself and pointing to a group
of men close by. "He is among friends, as you see."

They made such a pretty picture, these two women, as they stood
together for a moment on the green with the brilliant September sun
throwing golden reflections and luminous shadows on their slender
forms. Marguerite, tall and queen-like in her rich gown, and costly
jewels, wearing with glorious pride the invisible crown of happy
wifehood: Juliette, slim and girlish, dressed all in white, with a soft,
straw hat on her fair curls, and bearing on an otherwise young and
child-like face, the hard imprint of the terrible sufferings she had
undergone, of the deathly moral battle her tender soul had had to
fight.

Soon a group of friends joined them. Paul Deroulede among these,
also Sir Andrew and Lady Ffoulkes, and strolling slowly towards
them, his hands buried in the pockets of his fine cloth breeches, his
broad shoulders set to advantage in a coat of immaculate cut,
priceless lace ruffles at neck and wrist, came the inimitable Sir Percy.