As he walked, his cloak thrown across his shoulders, his long even strides taking him over the ground in good time, he was thinking deeply, but he was in no way discouraged. He was right when he said to Lisle that he had deep faith in the safety of them all, but it was something that he could not put into words, something deep within him which spoke to him of good, and which gave him confidence. He turned to it as simply as a child, and it had never failed him. He had thought a great deal about Vivi while he had been in the hidden cellar the last few days. He knew that there was very much that he could do for her, poor little ignorant child, so kind of thought and action, so ready to do as they asked her, keeping their secret for them. There was a life of sunshine for Vivi, away from the dirty alley and the rough madness of Paris, of that Dian was sure, and for that he would work. He walked to the west gate and stood in the dusk, exchanging greetings with the soldiers on guard and with various vendors of hot soup, eau sucré, and coffee. Then he went on toward the Saint Antoine district, finding himself at last in the dingy alley where lived three people in whom he was deeply interested and whom he loved. Rosanne overwhelmed him with questions. Her joy in the thought of Lisle’s safety made her almost like the happy girl who used to ride up and down the long driveway at Les Vignes. “If only you could stay and tell us all about the hidden cellar!” she said as Dian came in bringing something almost like sunshine with him. Humphrey Trail was as interested as Rosanne. His honest face glowed with pleasure when Dian said: “The Little Master talked and talked of you, Humphrey. As soon as he knew about his mother and Mademoiselle he began to talk of you. 'Humphrey Trail is my friend. He saved Rosanne and he gave me good counsel which I was too proud to take. Dian, I want to show that I am his friend, too,’ he said.” * * * * * Dian took a piece of paper from his pocket and read what was written on it. It was a copy of the note to Grigge which Raoul had taken through the gates. It read: “When this reaches you, aid Champar to do all that may be needful for the family at Les Vignes. Go with Champar in the coach to Calais, and give this note which is inclosed to one Anastasius Grubb, who is skipper of a fishing smack called the _Sandlass_. He is thick set, and has a black beard, and has a scar over his left eye. Deliver the note into his hands and into no other’s. I trust you. I know that you will be guided. Consult Champar the coach driver in case of danger. Dian.”