"Well, Cecile, I did go---I hate myself when I think of it, but I did go back to Paris that very night with Aunt Fanny. I soon found out what she was up to, she wanted to make money by me. She took me to a stage-manager, and he said he would prepare me for the stage--I had a voice, as well as a face and figure, he said. And he prophesied that I should be a great success. Then I began the most dreadful life. I heard horrible things, bad things. "Perhaps the thought of all the triumphs that were before me might have reconciled me to my fate, but I had always in my heart the knowledge that I had done wrong: however, Aunt Fanny ruled me with a tight hand, and I had no chance of running away. I was so unhappy that I wrote to the Moseleys begging them to forgive and help me, but I think now Aunt Fanny must have stopped the letters, for I never got any answer. "Well, Cecile, she died rather suddenly, and the manager said I was his property, and I must come and live in his house. "I could not stand that. I just made up my mind; I ran away again. It was night, and I wandered alone in the Paris streets. I had two francs in my pocket. God only knows what my fate would have been, but _He_ took care of me. As I was walking down a long boulevard I heard a woman say aloud and very bitterly: "'God above help me; shall I ever see my child again?' "She spoke in French, but I understood French very well then. Her words arrested me; I turned to look at her. "'Oh, my dear! you are too young to be out alone at night like this," she said. "Oh! but she had the kindest heart. Cecile, that woman was Mme. Malet; she had come up to Paris to look for her lost Alphonse; she took me home with her to the South; and a year after, I married my dear, my good Jean. Cecile, I have the best husband, I have the sweetest child; but I have never been quite happy--often I have been miserable; I could not tell about my mother, even to my Jean. He often asked me, but I always said: "'I hate England; ask me nothing about England if you love me.'" "But you will tell him to-night; you will tell him all to-night?" asked Cecile. "Yes, dear little one, I am going to him; there shall never be a secret between us again; and now God reward, God bless thee, dear little sister." CHAPTER XXX. THE END CROWNS ALL.