28. A Companion in the Bastille 522 29. The Sentence 527 30. The Family Feud 531 31. State Affairs and Family Affairs 538 32. Showing that we must not always judge Others 543 by Ourselves 33. Monceaux 547 34. The Pardon 550 35. The last Interview 553 36. Nantes 555 37. The Tragedy of Nantes 560 38. The End 564 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 13.--Captain la Jonquiere. 14.--Philip V. 15.--Gaston rose hastily, and met D'Argenson with a law officer. 16.--Abbe Brigaud. 17.--Mademoiselle de Launay. 18.--The Regent. THE REGENT'S DAUGHTER. CHAPTER I. AN ABBESS OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY. On the 8th February, 1719, a carriage, bearing the fleur-de-lis of France, with the motto of Orleans, preceded by two outriders and a page, entered the porch of the Abbey of Chelles, precisely as the clock struck ten, and, the door having been quickly opened, its two occupants stepped out. The first was a man of from forty-five to forty-six years of age, short, and rather stout, with a high color, easy in his movements, and displaying in every gesture a certain air of high breeding and command. The second, who followed slowly, was short, and remarkably thin. His face, though not precisely ugly, was very disagreeable, although bearing the evidences of a keen intellect. He seemed to feel the cold, and followed his companion, wrapped up in an ample cloak. The first of these two made his way up the staircase with the air of a man well acquainted with the locality. Passing through a large antechamber containing several nuns, who bowed to the ground as he passed, he ran rather than walked to a reception-room, which, it must be confessed, bore but little trace of that austerity which is ordinarily ascribed to the interior of a cloister. The other, who followed leisurely, was saluted almost as humbly by the nuns. "And now," said the first, "wait here and warm yourself, while I go to her, and in ten minutes I will make an end of all these abuses you mention: if she deny, and I want proof, I will call you." "Ten minutes, monseigneur," replied the man in the cloak; "in two hours your highness will not have even broached the subject of your visit. Oh! the Abbess de Chelles is a clever woman!" So saying, he stretched himself out in an easy chair, which he had drawn near the fire, and rested his thin legs on the fender. "Yes, yes," replied he who had been addressed as "your highness;" "I know, and if I could forget it, you take care to remind me of it often enough. Why did you bring me here to-day through all this wind and snow?" "Because you would not come yesterday, monseigneur."