"That's Andre now, and a few weeks ago he was thundering against all in the class above him! I cannot tell you, Madame, how all of them have spoken to me of Agatha. They almost looked upon her as a ladder to Heaven, and say that now she is gone, they have none to care for their souls. I tell them the good Curé is still with us, and they say,— "'Yes, he is our priest; but she was our friend, our little sister, she knew us and loved us. We can have another priest when the Curé goes to his rest, but we can never have another Agatha.'" "They're right there," said Adrienne. When Marie had gone. Adrienne and Guy talked over matters together. She was very anxious to put up a marble cross over Agatha's grave, and Guy told her that it could be done later on. "She has died for us," said Adrienne sorrowfully. "And you," said Guy, looking at her tenderly, "almost gave your life for me. Did you think of what you were doing?" "No, I never thought. It was a natural instinct, and Guy, if I hadn't done it, the bullet which went into my shoulder would have gone into your heart. You are just that much taller than I. We were standing together. Oh, don't let us talk about it! It seems like some black, ugly dream. God has preserved us. I like to think that He wants us here on the earth to do His work and fulfil His purposes." After the storm came the calm. The little village subsided into its normal state; the peasants no longer shrank away when Adrienne passed by. They showed the greatest solicitation over her wounded shoulder, and were continually making inquiries after her health. Adrienne found a young French Protestant girl to teach Alain; she played with him out of lesson hours, and gradually the individuality of Monsieur Dragominsk faded from the boy's memory. He, childlike, lived in the present, and was perfectly happy and content with his new teacher. When the summer came, Admiral Chesterton invited them over for a month's stay with him. Guy could not go, for business affairs again called him to America; but Adrienne took Alain and thoroughly enjoyed life again in her old home. Phemie had just presented Godfrey with a son and heir. She had adapted herself in a wonderful way to her new life, and had grown quite pretty. She welcomed Adrienne warmly, and the young wives had much to say to each other. "You are really happy making your home out of England?" Phemie questioned. "The Château is my home. I love it. I have always done so ever since I first saw it, and as long as I am with Guy, I don't care what country contains me." "How funny it is," said Phemie thoughtfully, "how one kind of man suits me, and quite another suits you. I think your husband too hard and strong and dour to make a woman happy." "He may have a hard shell, but his heart is as tender as a child's," said Adrienne emphatically. Then she looked at the baby in Phemie's arms. "I never thought you would like being a mother," she said.