The child for whose sake they fled, was the only one rescued from the
hands of these enemies, and the tradition of their sufferings had
been handed on with the faithfully preserved relic, down to the
slender girl, their sole descendant, and who in early childhood had
drunk in the tale from the lips of her father. The child of the
persecutors and of the persecuted, Genevieve Durant did indeed
represent strangely the history of her ancestral country; and as
Albinia said to her, surely it might be hoped that the faith in which
she had been bred up, united what was true and sound in the religion
of both Reformed and Romanist.

The words made the brown cheek glow. 'Ah, Madame, did I not say I
could talk with you? You, who do not think me a heretic, as my dear
grandmother's friends do, and who yet can respect my grandmother's
Church.'

Assuredly little Genevieve was one of the most interesting and
engaging persons that Albinia had ever met, and she listened
earnestly to her artless history, and pretty enthusiasms, and the
story which she could not tell without tears, of her father's care,
when the reward of her good behaviour had been the reading one verse
in the quaint black letter of the old French Bible.

The conversation lasted till Gilbert made his appearance, and Albinia
was glad to find that his greeting to Genevieve was cordial and
affectionate, and free from all that was unpleasant in his sisters'
manner, and he joined himself to their company when Albinia proposed
a walk along the broad causeway through the meadows. It was one of
the pleasantest walks that she had taken at Bayford, with both her
companions so bright and merry, and the scene around in all the