"Here's actually a letter from your father already, Anne. He has written from Canterbury, on his way to Dover." Above the milk he was drinking, Anne-Hilarion's dark, rather solemn eyes were fixed on his grandfather. "Dear me, this is very curious," said Mr. Elphinstone, looking up from the perusal of the letter. "Your father finds, he says, that some old friends of his family are living there--at Canterbury, that is--two old French ladies. What's the name? . . . de Chaulnes--Madame and Mademoiselle de Chaulnes. He came across them quite by chance, it appears. And--I wonder what you will say to this, Anne--he wants you to go and stay with them for a few days." "Now?" asked the little boy. "Yes, quite soon. They are very anxious to see you, having known your grandparents in France. There is a letter from them enclosed in your Papa's. I am to send you with Elspeth. See, I will read you Madame de Chaulnes' letter." And he read it out to his grandson, in its original French, a tongue which he spoke well, though with a Scottish flavouring. "'MONSIEUR,--It has been, as you may well imagine, a pleasure as great as it was unexpected to encounter, in his passage through Canterbury to-day--on his way to a destination as to which prudence invites silence--the son of my old friend Mme. de Flavigny. From his lips I have learnt of his marriage--of so short a duration, alas!--with your beautiful daughter, in whose untimely grave one sees that so much of his heart is buried; and also of the existence of the dear little boy who remains to him as a pledge of their love. "'I do not know, Monsieur, if René--I can scarcely bring myself to call him anything else--has ever spoken to you of my sister-in-law and myself, and our old friendship with his family.'"--"I do seem to remember his mentioning the name," observed Mr. Elphinstone, fingering his chin.--"'It is possible that he has done so, and that this fact, joined to the letter which he was good enough to write to accompany this, may move you to a favourable reception of my request, which is, that some day, before the weather becomes unpleasantly hot for travel, you should allow the little boy and his nurse, Mrs. Saunders, to pay us a few days' visit here at Canterbury. Perhaps, indeed, if I might suggest such a thing, this would serve to distract him during his father's absence. Our modest dwelling boasts a garden of fair size, and my sister and myself are both devoted to children. You, Monsieur, from what we hear of your charities to us unfortunate exiles, will well understand what the sight of the grandchild of our departed friends would mean to two old women, and it is this conviction which emboldens me to make a request which I know to be no light one. "'I have the honour to remain, Monsieur, your obedient servant, "'BARONNE DE CHAULNES.'"