talent in his widely-circulated paper; she had been associated in Paris with
the whole coterie of artists and actors: every one of them republican to a
man. But in London, although one might be snubbed by the emigres and
aristocrats--it did not do to be mixed up with the sans-culotte journalists
and pamphleteers who haunted the Socialistic clubs of the English
capital, and who were the prime organizers of all those seditious
gatherings and treasonable unions that caused Mr. Pitt and his colleagues
so much trouble and anxiety.

One by one, Desiree Candeille's comrades, male and female, who had
accompanied her to England, returned to their own country. When war
was declared, some of them were actually sent back under the provisions
of the Aliens Bill.

But Desiree had stayed on.

Her old friends in Paris had managed to advise her that she would not be
very welcome there just now. The sans-culotte journalists of England,
the agents and spies of the Revolutionary Government, had taken their
revenge of the frequent snubs inflicted upon them by the young actress,
and in those days the fact of being unwelcome in France was apt to have
a more lurid and more dangerous significant.

Candeille did not dare return: at any rate not for the present.

She trusted to her own powers of intrigue, and her well-known
fascinations, to re-conquer the friendship of the Jacobin clique, and she
once more turned her attention to the affiliated Socialistic clubs of
England. But between the proverbial two stools, Demoiselle Candeille
soon came to the ground. Her machinations became known in official