'Certainly. Nothing is more important than that her faith should
be the same as yours! But discretion, my son: not a word to the
little one.'

'And Landry, father? I had rather Landry went than Eustacie. And
Follet, dear father, pray take him.'

After M. de Ribaumont's grave confidence to his son and heir, he
was a little scandalized at the comparative value that the boy's
voice indicated for wife, foster-brother, and pony, and therefore
received it in perfect silence, which silence continued until they
reached the chateau, where the lady met them at the door with a
burst of exclamations.

'Ah, there you are, safe, my dear Baron. I have been in despair.
Here were the Count and his brother come to call on you to join
them in dispersing a meeting of those poor Huguenots and they would
not permit me to send out to call you in! I verily think they
suspected that you were aware of it.'

M. de Ribaumont made no answer, but sat wearily down and asked for
his little Eustacie.

'Little vixen!' exclaimed the Baroness, 'she is gone; her father
took her away with him.' And as her husband looked extremely
displeased, she added that Eustacie had been meddling with her
jewel cabinet and had been put in penitence. Her first impulse on
seeing her father had been to cling to him and poor out her
complaints, whereupon he had declared that he should take her away