"Thank Heaven!" she exclaimed, "it is Francois." "Is--is Marie alive?" "Yes, my husband. She has had a change for the better." "Heaven be praised!" "And who is this young gentleman?" "A friend," answered Francois, after some hesitation. "Then I'm glad to see him. Welcome, monsieur." "Come in, monsieur," said Francois. "I think I had better go to the station." "The cars will not start till seven o'clock. Monsieur will need repose." "But I don't wish to incommode you." "My wife will give you a blanket, and you can lie here." Ben accepted the invitation, and stretched himself out on a settee. "I will wake you in time," said Francois. "Be tranquil." CHAPTER XXIX. BEN IS MISSED. Meanwhile M. Bourdon slept the sleep of the just--or the unjust--not dreaming of the loss his establishment had sustained. He did not open his eyes till five o'clock. Usually at that hour Francois was stirring, as he had morning duties to perform. But M. Bourdon did not hear him bustling around as usual. At first this did not strike him, but after awhile he began to wonder why. "The lazy dog!" he said to himself. "He is indulging himself this morning, and his work will suffer." He went to the door of his chamber and called "Francois!" Francois slept in an upper room, but still the asylum was not a lofty building, and he should have heard. "He must be fast asleep, as usual," grumbled M. Bourdon. "I must go up and rouse him. It would be well if I had a horsewhip." Slipping on a part of his clothing, the doctor crept up stairs. He knocked at the door of his dilatory servant. "Francois! Francois, I say. Are you dead?" There was no answer. "I suppose he has locked his door," muttered the doctor, as he tried the latch. But no! the door opened, and, to his dismay, the room was empty. The bed had not been disturbed. The doctor's face was dark with anger. "The ingrate has left me, after all. He has gone to his child, who is not sick at all, I dare say. Well, he will repent it. I will not take him back." Here the doctor paused. It would be exceedingly inconvenient to lose Francois, who, besides being a capable man, accepted very small pay. "At any rate I will lower his wages!" he said. "He shall regret the way he has served me." It was a temporary inconvenience. Still there was an outside man whom he could impress into the service as a substitute, and in a day or two Francois would be glad to return. It was not, perhaps, so serious a matter, after all. But M. Bourdon changed his mind when he found the front door unlocked. "Who had escaped, if any?"