“‘You act perfectly—perfectly. Now you not forget, but walk behind me always with the parcels, and not talk much with the other _domestiques_. _Ah, ciel_, but you cannot, you cannot speak much French to them, and that be good; but to me you speak French _toujours_; you learn it, which must be better by and by when the great trial comes.’ “They were now near to Versailles, and, when the long train stopped, Eugenie and her maid stepped out unobserved by any one; and as there was an interval of two hours or more before they could return to Paris, Eugenie spent it in showing her companion the beauties of the old Palace and its charming grounds. And _Fanny_ was very attentive and very respectful to her mistress, and acted the _role_ of waiting-maid to perfection, though occasionally there was a gleam of mischief in the blue eyes, and a comical smile lurking about the corners of the mouth, as Fred answered to the new name, or held up his skirts as they walked over a wet piece of ground. “‘_Mon Dieu_, but your feet are much large for the rest of you,’ Eugenie said, as she caught sight of his boots. ‘You must not show them so much.’ “So Fred kept his dress down, and wondered how girls managed to walk so well with a lot of petticoats dangling around their ankles, but behaved himself, on the whole, with perfect propriety, and by the time Eugenie’s residence in Paris was reached, had completely won his mistress’ heart. It was past the luncheon hour, but Eugenie had chocolate and rolls in her room, and Fanny served her with the utmost deference, and moved so quietly and gently among her fellow servants that she came into favor at once, and _la jeune Anglaise_ was toasted at dinner by one of the footmen, who thought the new girl did not understand a word he said. “It was two days before Haverleigh came to stop any length of time, and then he came to dine, and by appointment. “‘I shall ring for you to do something for me after dinner, and you will be much careful,’ Eugenie said to Fred, who had never been so nervous and excited as he was in view of the approaching ordeal. “The stuff dress had been exchanged for a pretty calico, and the white fluted apron which he wore had been bought at the _Bon Marche_. The light, abundant hair was covered with a bit of muslin called a cap, with smart blue ribbons streaming behind, and this, more than anything else, made Fred into a girl—a tidy-looking maid, who stood with beating heart in the upper hall, listening to the tones of Haverleigh’s voice, as they came from the salon below. How well Fred remembered that voice, and how his young blood boiled as he longed to rush upon the man and with all his feeble strength avenge his sister’s wrongs. But he must bide his time, and he waited till his mistress’ bell should summon him to her presence, and that of his detestable brother-in-law.