visited her, or penitence, only a certain breathless excitement stirring up her whole being, a sense of life and strength and power. Next morning Miss Susan repeated her visit to her new relations at an early hour. This time she found them all prepared for her, and was received not in the general room, but in Madame Austin’s chamber, where M. Austin and his wife awaited her coming. The shopkeeper himself had altogether changed in appearance: his countenance beamed; he bowed over the hand which Miss Susan held out to him, like an old courtier, and looked gratefully at her. “Madame has come to our house like a good angel,” he said. “Ah! it is madame’s intelligence which has found out the good news, which _cette pauvre chérie_ had not the courage to tell us. I did never think to laugh of good heart again,” said the poor man, with tears in his eyes, “but this has made me young; and it almost seems as if we owed it to madame.” “How can that be?” said Miss Susan. “It must have been found out sooner or later. It will make up to you, if anything can, for the loss of your boy.” “If he had but lived to see it!” said the old man with a sob. The mother stood behind, tearless, with a glitter in her eyes which was almost fierce. Miss Susan did not venture to do more than give her one hurried glance, to which she replied with a gleam of fury, clasping her hands together. Was it fury? Miss Susan thought so, and shrank for a moment, not quite able to understand the feelings of the other woman who had not clearly understood her, yet who now seemed to address to her a look of wild reproach. “And my poor wife,” went on the old shopkeeper, “for her it will be an even still more happy--Tu es contente, bien contente, n’est-ce pas?” “Oui, mon ami,” said the woman, turning her back to him, with once more a glance from which Miss Susan shrank. “Ah, madame, excuse her; she cannot speak; it is a joy too much,” he cried, drying his old eyes. Miss Susan felt herself constrained and drawn on by the excitement of the moment, and urged by the silence of the other woman, who was as much involved as she.