Miss Rochester wilfully insisted that there was no sense in shutting one’s self away from all life and enjoyment, simply because they happened to be in mourning, while Madame Winthrop and Evelyn declared that Dr. Winthrop owed it to them to act as their escort, since Mr. Winthrop was unable to endure excitement of any kind and they always managed—when Norman did not interfere—so that he and Miss Rochester would be thrown together. Thus the season passed, and both Evelyn and Miss Rochester became so absorbed in their pleasure-seeking that they utterly refused to heed the warning of their friends to leave Paris, for the signs of the times betokened serious political complications. They laughed to scorn the idea that Americans could be in any danger, and kept putting off their departure until it was too late, and the insurrection of that ever-memorable year burst upon them, with all its horrors. Every avenue of escape from the city was suddenly cut off, and there appeared no possibility of their being able to leave for a place of safety. Those were experiences which tried the souls of both men and women, and it is doubtful if the Winthrop or Rochester ladies were ever so subdued as when they discovered that they were shut into that turbulent city with unknown dangers on every hand. One morning Dr. Winthrop called at Mrs. Rochester’s rooms, and his pale face and hurried manner, plainly betrayed that he was laboring under great anxiety. Miss Rochester was alone in the drawing-room when he entered, for her mother, not feeling well that morning, had not yet made her appearance. “What is the matter?” Miss Rochester questioned, as she gave her hand to the young physician; then, with a sudden sense of impending evil as she searched his troubled face, she laid her other hand upon his arm. “I have come to see if you and Mrs. Rochester can be ready to leave Paris at a moment’s notice,” he replied. “Why; are we in any danger?” she cried in alarm. “Every one in the city is in danger,” he answered. “There is no knowing what may happen during the next twenty-four hours. I am going to try to arrange for a place of safety for you, with my mother and sister, if you will be guided by me and consent to go with them.” “Of course I will be guided by you. How good you are to think of us!” Miss Rochester returned, clinging to him and looking up into his face with an air of trust, which she meant should tell him a great deal. In spite of the strange power which his brother had acquired over her, she was determined to marry Dr. Winthrop if she could win him; the great possessions which the union would secure to her were of more consequence than all the sentiment in the world. “Of course I should think of you, when you and Mrs. Rochester, have no protector,” the young man replied. “I am only sorry now that I did not insist upon your all leaving Paris when I first proposed it.” “Where can we go?” she asked.