Juliette was one of those who escaped condemnation. How or why, she
herself could not have told. She was very young, and still a
postulant; she was allowed to live in retirement with Petronelle, her
old nurse, who had remained faithful through all these years.

Then the Archbishop was prosecuted and imprisoned. Juliette made
frantic efforts to see him, but all in vain. When he died, she looked
upon her spiritual guide's death as a direct warning from God, that
nothing could relieve her of her oath.

She had watched the turmoils of the Revolution through the attic
window of her tiny apartment in Paris. Waited upon by faithful
Petronelle, she had been forced to live on the savings of that worthy
old soul, as all her property, all the Marny estates, the _dot_ she
took with her to the convent--everything, in fact--had been seized
by the Revolutionary Government, self appointed to level fortunes, as
well as individuals.

From that attic window she had seen beautiful Paris writhing under the
pitiless lash of the demon of terror which it had provoked; she had
heard the rumble of the tumbrils, dragging day after day their load of
victims to the insatiable maker of this Revolution of Fraternity--the
Guillotine.

She had seen the gay, light-hearted people of this Star-City turned to
howling beasts of prey, its women changed to sexless vultures, with
murderous talons implanted in everything that is noble, high or
beautiful.

She was not twenty when the feeble, vacillating monarch and his