LOUIS DUVAL.

 "Nay, not sure. There may be more Duvals than
one. I know only, that amongst the list of wounded
rioters figures the name of Henry Daval, by trade a
paper-stainer."
 "It is he," said the Countess. "Poor child," she
continued, his father a prisoner, and wounded, his
grandmother dead! Why, why did the people riot?"
 Ma foi, my faith, who can tell? returned the
Dount carelessly, they were hungry perhaps. They
say, however, that the Duke of Orleans was at the
bottom of it, and that it was his money which was so
freely distributed in the crowd. But who knows ?
Time will show. But this boy, what do you do with
him, my dear Julia ?"
 "Let us take him with us to Chateau St. Clair,"
pleaded the lady; and as she had not been a wife
many weeks, she had no difficulty in obtaining her
wish. So one day in the following week, Louis Duval,
newly clothed in decent mourning, was riding in a
luxurious carriage, in company with madame's own
maid, leaving far behind Paris,-his father in prison,
and his grandmother in her grave.