“There is a lad who needs me also,” Dian answered in his rich, sweet voice, his eyes shining with a deep gratitude. It was several days ago that he had found the note in the cake at the seed shopman’s supper, and he had known only thankfulness since. He had not gone into the bakery shop, though he had been near it often. He thought it best not to attract attention to himself there, and he waited for the moment when he should be able to get word to Lisle in some way. Dian was not so amazed or bewildered at the wonderful way in which the message of Lisle’s whereabouts had come to him as another might have been. He had known so many things in his life to happen in just that way, and he trusted always. Vivi came running up to them and took Humphrey’s hand. She wore a ragged jacket over her drab dress, and her black, untidy hair flapped about her dark, eager little face. Dian smiled at her, and she smiled back at him, as all children did. “She is like some one that I know well,” he said to Humphrey Trail. “Now that is rare strange, for some one else has said the same,” Humphrey answered as the three made their way slowly from the west gate toward the city. Vivi was excited. She had played and danced and eaten a good piece of bread and garlic which one of the soldiers had given her. When Humphrey said with his few, slowly-chosen French words that some one else had said she was like a friend, she cried out unthinkingly: “Yes, yes, the little lady said so. She called out when you carried her in that night, 'She’s a little like Marie Josephine!’” Dian stood still in the street, his hand on Humphrey’s arm. “Marie Josephine!” he repeated. “Marie Josephine! Are you speaking of the Little Mademoiselle? I am shepherd to the Little Mademoiselle.” “The Little Mademoiselle!” Humphrey stared and stared at Dian, and so did Vivi. Rosanne had spoken of a shepherd. “The Little Mademoiselle!” This time it was Vivi who exclaimed, gazing up at Dian with her great black eyes. “Yes,” he said gently. “You are like some one we call the Little Mademoiselle, some one who is a long way from here.” Humphrey Trail turned so pale that his face looked not unlike the first glimpse of a full moon. Dian saw this and spoke to him with concern. “There is something that has surprised you, and your worry has upset you!” “Aye, I am fair flashed! Maybe it’s just the worry and the crowds.” He hesitated, and in that moment the angels must have been very near! Dared he take this stranger to the alley? Was he in some way a part of it all? Could it be, by the wildest chance, that the Little Mademoiselle was—— But no—Humphrey Trail caught Dian’s arm and shook it. “As there is a God above, tell me I can trust tha,” he said, and the shepherd answered him at once: “You can trust me. It was meant to be so.”