'I feel it the more, Mademoiselle,' said his son, as I was once so unfortunate as to incur your anger.'

'Miss Blake is not one to remember such things in a case like the present,' said Tom. 'She thanks you for your kind words; but she is, as you see, worn out, and little able to talk.'

'Pauvre petite! may the good God comfort you!' said the old gentleman with feeling.

Honor tried to bow her thanks.

Mr. Tracy put her into the carriage, and stepped in after her. Pauline, wiping her eyes noisily, mounted the box, and they drove to Anglet.

Mr. Tracy carried her into the house and laid her on a sofa.

'Get her something to eat quickly, Pauline. -Emmy, take off your sister's boots;' and he himself unfastened her bonnet.

Pauline's aunt had not belied her culinary reputation, and the girl soon appeared with a basin of excellent 'bouillon,' with which Mr. Tracy fed Honor as if she had been a child. He did not leave her till she was much re

freshed, and able to go to her room with some hope of sleep.

'Make her go to bed at once, Emmy. She has had a most fatiguing day,' he said.

Then he went to Newton, dined with him, and sat with him for some hours, till the invalid boy was cheerful, and even reconciled to Honor's long absence.

It was late when Mr. Tracy returned to Bayonne, and all the bureaux were closed, but he drove at once to the residence of the senior partner in Monsieur Jarny's firm, and paid to him the thousand francs Charlie had unjustly obtained from that bank.

Monsieur Jarny demurred. His firm owed a good deal to Honor, he felt, and it did not seem fair, in any way, that Mr. Tracy should pay for his cousin's fault.

Mr. Tracy said, as the fault seemed to be that of one of his family, and it was, no doubt, partly also that of his mother for having kept her key insecurely, he could not be easy without making good the loss.

Monsieur Jarny, with another courteous protest, assented. He felt that as the Englishman

was so eccentric, and no doubt so rich, it could not matter to him, so he would be a fool to refuse further.

Mr. Tracy was not so very rich, but he knew that it would console Honor in some degree when he told her the bankers were not losers by Charlie's crime.

'She could not have borne the constant sense of mortification otherwise,' he said to himself. 'Besides, it will help to make friends for her, poor dear!' and so this very silly young man paid away forty pounds for 'an idea,' and went to bed ever so much happier for having done so.

CHAPTER VII.

THE TRUANT'S RETURN.

HE next day was Thursday. Had it not been so, Honor felt she could not have attended to her pupils.

Miss

Morris had taken them for her the day before, and sent her a message to the effect that she could easily continue to do so till next week.

Of course she, with the rest of the world, knew all that had happened in the court, and she felt it most likely that Honor would need The note was left at Anglet after Honor went to bed, and Mr. Tracy would not let Emmy disturb her.

rest.

It was brought to her in the morning by Pauline.

That was a weary morning's waking. When I said a little time ago that the most acute of

mortal sufferings come from betrayed trust, I ought to have excepted the stings of selfreproach, and these poor Honor felt at this moment as nearly as one so pure-hearted could. It was true she had done what was right,—the only thing, in fact, she could do; but not the less did the bitterness of it having fallen to her lot to denounce her own brother, to disgrace her family, to grieve her mother as she had seldom been grieved before, probably to cause Newton renewed illness by the vexation he must feel when he knew all,—not the less did this weigh on her.

When Pauline brought her the note from Miss Morris, Honor saw the girl was weeping, and her heart leaped to the dread of some new misfortune with the readiness of credence in disaster that those in trouble always feel.

'What is the matter, Pauline?'

'My mother, Mademoiselle! she is so very ill. My brother has just come to tell me. Sister Justine is with her, and they have sent for the priest. Can Mademoiselle do with my aunt another day while I go home? She is still here.'