endeavoring to have him appointed commander of the Legion of honor,
and minister at Baden."

"Oh, that was shameful in Canalis; he owes everything to her,"
exclaimed Mademoiselle d'Herouville.

"Why did not Madame de Chaulieu come to Havre?" asked Modeste of
Helene, innocently.

"My dear," said the Duchesse de Verneuil, "she would let herself be
cut in little pieces without saying a word. Look at her,--she is
regal; her head would smile, like Mary Stuart's, after it was cut off;
in fact, she has some of that blood in her veins."

"Did she not write to him?" asked Modeste.

"Diane tells me," answered the duchess, prompted by a nudge from
Mademoiselle d'Herouville, "that in answer to Canalis's first letter
she made a cutting reply a few days ago."

This explanation made Modeste blush with shame for the man before her;
she longed, not to crush him under her feet, but to revenge herself by
one of those malicious acts that are sharper than a dagger's thrust.
She looked haughtily at the Duchesse de Chaulieu--

"Monsieur Melchior!" she said.

All the women snuffed the air and looked alternately at the duchess,
who was talking in an undertone to Canalis over the embroidery-frame,
and then at the young girl so ill brought up as to disturb a lovers'