LOUIS DUVAL.

 "c There, my son, that will do," said Henry Duval,
 somewhat coldly but not harshly; recover yourself,
 Louis, or we shall be observed; and I have that to say
 to you which none besides must hear. Let us find a
 place where we may be sure there are no listeners."
 Louis led his father into a meadow that was near;
 and they both seated themselves on a bank, still warm
 with the rays of the setting sun.
 "Father, dear father," said Louis, fondly kissing
his father's hand, I thought I should never see you
again."
 I could not seek you sooner, dear Louis," replied
Henry Duval; it is but a few months since I was
freed from the prison into which the tyrants had cast
me? and since then I have been busy, very busy. I
have work now, Louis."
 There was something so fierce in his father's tone
and gestures, that Louis looked at him in wonder, as
though the thought had crossed his mind, Is this my
father ? can it be ? "
 Perhaps Henry Duval had some suspicion that such
a thought was in his boy's mind, for he said, more
quietly, and quite sadly, "I am changed since you
saw me last, Louis; am I not ?"
 "My father,-still my father," replied the weeping
boy.
 "And you are changed too, Louis; how have these
people used you ? "
 Who, father ?"
 "These St. Clairs; have they been kind to you ?"
 Louis replied with all the warmth of gratitude,
that indeed, indeed, the Count and the Countess were
very kind, and all at the Chateau were very kind to
him,-that he would have been quite happy, only for
eht longing he had to be again with his father.