habit of command in the soul of a de Gemosac.

"Yes," said Juliette, at length, "that will be best. It is, of
course, important that my father should reach Bordeaux as soon as
possible."

"He will be there at midday to-morrow, if you will come with me
now," answered Loo, and his gay eyes said "Come!" as clearly as his
lips, though Juliette could not, of course, be expected to read such
signals.

The affair was soon settled, and Jean ordered to put the horse into
the high, old-fashioned carriage still in use at the chateau. For
Juliette de Gemosac seemed to be an illustration of the fact, known
to many much-tried parents, that one is never too young to know
one's mind.

"There is a thunder-storm coming from the sea," was Jean's only
comment.

There was some delay in starting; for Marie had to change her own
clothes as well as pack her young mistress's simple trunks. But the
time did not hang heavily on the hands of the two waiting in the
little drawing-room, and Marie turned an uneasy glance toward the
open door more than once at the sound of their laughter.

Barebone was riding a horse hired in the village of Mortagne, and
quitted the chateau first, on foot, saying that the carriage must
necessarily travel quicker than he, as his horse was tired. The
night was dark, and darkest to the west, where lightning danced in