〃As　the　old　gentleman　did　not　mean　to　stay；　he　was　not　asked　for　it。
  The　servant；　by　his　orders　no　doubt；　pretended　not　to　speak　French。〃
  〃And　the　letter　which　came　so　late　to　Abbe　de　Grancey？〃　said　Rosalie。
  〃It　was　Monsieur　Girardet；　no　doubt；　who　ought　to　have　delivered　it；
  but　Jerome　says　that　poor　Monsieur　Girardet；　who　was　much　attached　to
  lawyer　Savaron；　was　as　much　upset　as　he　was。　So　he　who　came　so
  mysteriously；　as　Mademoiselle　Galard　says；　is　gone　away　just　as
  mysteriously。〃
  After　hearing　this　narrative；　Mademoiselle　de　Watteville　fell　into　a
  brooding　and　absent　mood；　which　everybody　could　see。　It　is　useless　to
  say　anything　of　the　commotion　that　arose　in　Besancon　on　the
  disappearance　of　Monsieur　Savaron。　It　was　understood　that　the　Prefect
  had　obliged　him　with　the　greatest　readiness　by　giving　him　at　once　a
  passport　across　the　frontier；　for　he　was　thus　quit　of　his　only
  opponent。　Next　day　Monsieur　de　Chavoncourt　was　carried　to　the　top　by　a
  majority　of　a　hundred　and　forty　votes。
  〃Jack　is　gone　by　the　way　he　came；〃　said　an　elector　on　hearing　of
  Albert　Savaron's　flight。
  This　event　lent　weight　to　the　prevailing　prejudice　at　Besancon　against
  strangers；　indeed；　two　years　previously　they　had　received　confirmation
  from　the　affair　of　the　Republican　newspaper。　Ten　days　later　Albert　de
  Savarus　was　never　spoken　of　again。　Only　three　personsGirardet　the
  attorney；　the　Vicar…General；　and　Rosaliewere　seriously　affected　by
  his　disappearance。　Girardet　knew　that　the　white…haired　stranger　was
  Prince　Soderini；　for　he　had　seen　his　card；　and　he　told　the　Vicar…
  General；　but　Rosalie；　better　informed　than　either　of　them；　had　known
  for　three　months　past　that　the　Duc　d'Argaiolo　was　dead。
  In　the　month　of　April　1836　no　one　had　had　any　news　from　or　of　Albert
  de　Savarus。　Jerome　and　Mariette　were　to　be　married；　but　the　Baroness
  confidentially　desired　her　maid　to　wait　till　her　daughter　was　married；
  saying　that　the　two　weddings　might　take　place　at　the　same　time。
  〃It　is　time　that　Rosalie　should　be　married；〃　said　the　Baroness　one　day
  to　Monsieur　de　Watteville。　〃She　is　nineteen；　and　she　is　fearfully
  altered　in　these　last　months。〃
  〃I　do　not　know　what　ails　her；〃　said　the　Baron。
  〃When　fathers　do　not　know　what　ails　their　daughters；　mothers　can
  guess；〃　said　the　Baroness；　〃we　must　get　her　married。〃
  〃I　am　quite　willing；〃　said　the　Baron。　〃I　shall　give　her　les　Rouxey　now
  that　the　Court　has　settled　our　quarrel　with　the　authorities　of　Riceys
  by　fixing　the　boundary　line　at　three　hundred　feet　up　the　side　of　the
  Dent　de　Vilard。　I　am　having　a　trench　made　to　collect　all　the　water　and
  carry　it　into　the　lake。　The　village　did　not　appeal；　so　the　decision　is
  final。〃
  〃It　has　never　occurred　to　you；〃　said　Madame　de　Watteville；　〃that　this
  decision　cost　me　thirty　thousand　francs　handed　over　to　Chantonnit。
  That　peasant　would　take　nothing　else；　he　sold　us　peace。If　you　give
  away　les　Rouxey；　you　will　have　nothing　left；〃　said　the　Baroness。
  〃I　do　not　need　much；〃　said　the　Baron；　〃I　am　breaking　up。〃
  〃You　eat　like　an　ogre！〃
  〃Just　so。　But　however　much　I　may　eat；　I　feel　my　legs　get　weaker　and
  weaker〃
  〃It　is　from　working　the　lathe；〃　said　his　wife。
  〃I　do　not　know；〃　said　he。
  〃We　will　marry　Rosalie　to　Monsieur　de　Soulas；　if　you　give　her　les
  Rouxey；　keep　the　life　interest。　I　will　give　them　fifteen　thousand
  francs　a　year　in　the　funds。　Our　children　can　live　here；　I　do　not　see
  that　they　are　much　to　be　pitied。〃
  〃No。　I　shall　give　them　les　Rouxey　out　and　out。　Rosalie　is　fond　of　les
  Rouxey。〃
  〃You　are　a　queer　man　with　your　daughter！　It　does　not　occur　to　you　to
  ask　me　if　I　am　fond　of　les　Rouxey。〃
  Rosalie；　at　once　sent　for；　was　informed　that　she　was　to　marry　Monsieur
  de　Soulas　one　day　early　in　the　month　of　May。
  〃I　am　very　much　obliged　to　you；　mother；　and　to　you　too；　father；　for
  having　thought　of　settling　me；　but　I　do　not　mean　to　marry；　I　am　very
  happy　with　you。〃
  〃Mere　speeches！〃　said　the　Baroness。　〃You　are　not　in　love　with　Monsieur
  de　Soulas；　that　is　all。〃
  〃If　you　insist　on　the　plain　truth；　I　will　never　marry　Monsieur　de
  Soulas〃
  〃Oh！　the　/never/　of　a　girl　of　nineteen！〃　retorted　her　mother；　with　a
  bitter　smile。
  〃The　/never/　of　Mademoiselle　de　Watteville；〃　said　Rosalie　with　firm
  decision。　〃My　father；　I　imagine；　has　no　intention　of　making　me　marry
  against　my　wishes？〃
  〃No；　indeed　no！〃　said　the　poor　Baron；　looking　affectionately　at　his
  daughter。
  〃Very　well！〃　said　the　Baroness；　sternly　controlling　the　rage　of　a
  bigot　startled　at　finding　herself　unexpectedly　defied；　〃you　yourself；
  Monsieur　de　Watteville；　may　take　the　responsibility　of　settling　your
  daughter。　Consider　well；　mademoiselle；　for　if　you　do　not　marry　to　my
  mind　you　will　get　nothing　out　of　me！〃
  The　quarrel　thus　begun　between　Madame　de　Watteville　and　her　husband；
  who　took　his　daughter's　part；　went　so　far　that　Rosalie　and　her　father
  were　obliged　to　spend　the　summer　at　les　Rouxey；　life　at　the　Hotel　de
  Rupt　was　unendurable。　It　thus　became　known　in　Besancon　that
  Mademoiselle　de　Watteville　had　positively　refused　the　Comte　de　Soulas。
  After　their　marriage　Mariette　and　Jerome　came　to　les　Rouxey　to　succeed
  to　Modinier　in　due　time。　The　Baron　restored　and　repaired　the　house　to
  suit　his　daughter's　taste。　When　she　heard　that　these　improvements　had
  cost　about　sixty　thousand　francs；　and　that　Rosalie　and　her　father　were
  building　a　conservatory；　the　Baroness　understood　that　there　was　a
  leaven　of　spite　in　her　daughter。　The　Baron　purchased　various　outlying
  plots；　and　a　little　estate　worth　thirty　thousand　francs。　Madame　de
  Watteville　was　told　that；　away　from　her；　Rosalie　showed　masterly
  qualities；　that　she　was　taking　steps　to　improve　the　value　of　les
  Rouxey；　that　she　had　treated　herself　to　a　riding　habit　and　rode　about；
  her　father；　whom　she　made　very　happy；　who　no　longer　complained　of　his
  health；　and　who　was　growing　fat；　accompanied　her　in　her　expeditions。
  As　the　Baroness'　name…day　grew　nearher　name　was　Louisethe　Vicar…
  General　came　one　day　to　les　Rouxey；　deputed；　no　doubt；　by　Madame　de
  Watteville　and　Monsieur　de　Soulas；　to　negotiate　a　peace　between　mother
  and　daughter。
  〃That　little　Rosalie　has　a　head　on　her　shoulders；〃　said　the　folk　of
  Besancon。
  After　handsomely　paying　up　the　ninety　thousand　francs　spent　on　les
  Rouxey；　the　Baroness　allowed　her　husband　a　thousand　francs　a　month　to
  live　on；　she　would　not　put　herself　in　the　wrong。　The　father　and
  daughter　were　perfectly　willing　to　return　to　Besancon　for　the　15th　of
  August；　and　to　remain　there　till　the　end　of　the　month。
  When；　after　dinner；　the　Vicar…General　took　Mademoiselle　de　Watteville
  apart；　to　open　the　question　of　the　marriage；　by　explaining　to　her　that
  it　was　vain　to　think　any　more　of　Albert；　of　whom　they　had　had　no　news
  for　a　year　past；　he　was　stopped　at　once　by　a　sign　from　Rosalie。　The
  strange　girl　took　Monsieur　de　Grancey　by　the　arm；　and　led　him　to　a
  seat　under　a　clump　of　rhododendrons；　whence　there　was　a　view　of　the
  lake。
  〃Listen；　dear　Abbe；〃　said　she。　〃You　whom　I　love　as　much　as　my　father；
  for　you　had　an　affection　for　my　Albert；　I　must　at　last　confess　that　I
  committed　crimes　to　become　his　wife；　and　he　must　be　my　husband。Here；
  read　this。〃
  She　held　out　to　him　a　number　of　the　/Gazette/　which　she　had　in　her
  apron　pocket；　pointing　out　the　following　paragraph　under　the　date　of
  Florence；　May　25th：
  〃The　wedding　of　Monsieur　le　Duc　de　Rhetore；　eldest　son　of　the　Duc
  de　Chaulieu；　the　former　Ambassador；　to　Madame　la　Duchesse
  d'Argaiolo；　/nee/　Princess　Soderini；　was　solemnized　with　great
  splendor。　Numerous　entertainments　given　in　honor　of　the　marriage
  are　making　Florence　gay。　The　Duchess'　fortune　is　one　of　the　finest
  in　Italy；　for　the　late　Duke　left　her　everything。
  〃The　woman　he　loved　is　married；〃　said　she。　〃I　divided　them。〃
  〃You？　How？〃　asked　the　Abbe。
  Rosalie　was　about　to　reply；　when　she　was　interrupted　by　a　loud　cry
  from　two　of　the　gardeners；　following　on　the　sound　of　a　body　falling
  into　the　water；　she　started；　and　ran　off　screaming；　〃Oh！　father！〃The
  Baron　had　disappeared。
  In　trying　to　reach　a　piece　of　granite　on　which　he　fancied　he　saw　the
  impression　of　a　shell；　a　circumstance　which　would　have　contradicted
  some　system　of　geology；　Monsieur　de　Watteville　had　gone　down　the
  slope；　lost　his　balance；　and　slipped　into　the　lake；　which；　of　course；
  was　deepest　close　under　the　roadway。　The　men　had　the　greatest
  difficulty　in　enabling　the　Baron　to　catch　hold　of　a　pole　pushed　down
  at　the　place　where　the　water　was　bubbling；　but　at　last　they　pulled　him
  out；　covered　with　mud；　in　which　he　had　sunk；　he　was　getting　deeper　and
  deeper　in；　by　dint　of　struggling。　Monsieur　de　Watteville　had　dined
  heavily；　digestion　was　in　progress；　and　was　thus　checked。
  When　he　had　been　undressed；　washed；　and　put　to　bed；　he　was　in　such
  evident　danger　that　two　servants　at　once　set　out　on　horseback：　one　to
  ride　to　Besancon；　and　the　other　to　fetch　the　nearest　doctor　and
  surgeon。　When　Madame　de　Watteville　arrived；　eight　hours　later；　with
  the　first　medical　aid　from　Besancon；　they　found　Monsieur　de　Watteville
  past　all　hope；　in　spite　of　the　intelligent　treatment　of　the　Rouxey
  doctor。　The　fright　had　produced　serious　effusion　on　the　brain；　and　the
  shock