"Monsieur," said Canau, after a pause, "I think I shall be the better for this hurt. It has made me think of how I have let myself drift-- drift away, when I ought to have fought, and been something better. There is only one thing that I have kept of the past, when I was another man, and that is my music. Janet, my child, when I am well, we will go from here and live otherwise: I have not been just to you. But D. Wragg has been good to me, and a friend when I was in despair with life; still I must change. Yes, we will go and live away from this wretched place. Pah! how could I have kept you here so long? Only let me get well, for I shall not die of this hurt. I wish that you too were glad and happy as I feel. Poor Janet, too, would be glad of heart did she know that your friend was found, and the old man his father at peace." Janet listened eagerly as Harry spoke of the inutility of their search, and then the poor girl shrank back; but attention was drawn from her by a sharp cry of pain from Canau. "Shall I fetch a doctor?" said Harry earnestly. "No, no; I shall be better--well directly. The pain is sometimes sharp. But ah, bah! it is nothing. I shall live--I shall be well soon. I do not trouble myself at all. But hark! Mon Dieu! listen! Is there fresh trouble in the house? They will not search again--I cannot have it! Monsieur, I am weak." Harry, as he started up, gazed curiously at the injured man, for there was a strange dread in his tones that again raised suspicion. But there was evidently something important on the wing. Amidst a good deal of noise, there arose the sound of voices in loud altercation; and as he opened the door D. Wragg could easily be heard as he exclaimed-- "Don't you make no mistake now; I'm not going to have my place searched again; so now, then!" "Ah-h-h! Ma foi!" ejaculated Canau, and a spasm sent its trace across his features, while Janet, wild-eyed and strained, held tightly by his hand. "There is something coming now!" thought Harry, and his heart beat painfully as D. Wragg's voice was again heard. "Yes; he is here! And if he is here, what o' that? Don't you make no mistake. There ain't no harm in his coming here if he likes, is there? No one ain't a-going to burke him. I'll fetch him down, for I ain't going to have no more searchings in my house." "Searching! Ah! I cannot bear it!" groaned the Frenchman. Directly after there was the thump, thump, of D. Wragg's heavy boot on the stairs. "'Tis for me," said Harry, turning to Canau. "There seems to be news;" and then, with a feeling of compassion, he continued, "but do you know anything of it all?--speak if you do."