would　return。
  〃He　might　perish　for　the　want　of　thirty　thousand　francs；〃　Dumay
  remarked　to　Latournelle；　who　bought　the　little　house　at　its　full
  value；　where　an　apartment　was　always　kept　ready　for　the　inhabitants　of
  the　Chalet。
  CHAPTER　IV
  A　SIMPLE　STORY
  Such　was　the　result　to　the　celebrated　house　of　Mignon　at　Havre　of　the
  crisis　of　1825…26；　which　convulsed　many　of　the　principal　business
  centres　in　Europe　and　caused　the　ruin　of　several　Parisian　bankers；
  among　them　（as　those　who　remember　that　crisis　will　recall）　the
  president　of　the　chamber　of　commerce。
  We　can　now　understand　how　this　great　disaster；　coming　suddenly　at　the
  close　of　ten　years　of　domestic　happiness；　might　well　have　been　the
  death　of　Bettina　Mignon；　again　separated　from　her　husband　and　ignorant
  of　his　fate；to　her　as　adventurous　and　perilous　as　the　exile　to
  Siberia。　But　the　grief　which　was　dragging　her　to　the　grave　was　far
  other　than　these　visible　sorrows。　The　caustic　that　was　slowly　eating
  into　her　heart　lay　beneath　a　stone　in　the　little　graveyard　of
  Ingouville；　on　which　was　inscribed：
  BETTINA　CAROLINE　MIGNON
  Died　aged　twenty…two。
  Pray　for　her。
  This　inscription　is　to　the　young　girl　whom　it　covered　what　many
  another　epitaph　has　been　for　the　dead　lying　beneath　them；a　table　of
  contents　to　a　hidden　book。　Here　is　the　book；　in　its　dreadful　brevity；
  and　it　will　explain　the　oath　exacted　and　taken　when　the　colonel　and
  the　lieutenant　bade　each　other　farewell。
  A　young　man　of　charming　appearance；　named　Charles　d'Estourny；　came　to
  Havre　for　the　commonplace　purpose　of　being　near　the　sea；　and　there　he
  saw　Bettina　Mignon。　A　〃soi…disant〃　fashionable　Parisian　is　never
  without　introductions；　and　he　was　invited　at　the　instance　of　a　friend
  of　the　Mignons　to　a　fete　given　at　Ingouville。　He　fell　in　love　with
  Bettina　and　with　her　fortune；　and　in　three　months　he　had　done　the　work
  of　seduction　and　enticed　her　away。　The　father　of　a　family　of　daughters
  should　no　more　allow　a　young　man　whom　he　does　not　know　to　enter　his
  home　than　he　should　leave　books　and　papers　lying　about　which　he　has
  not　read。　A　young　girl's　innocence　is　like　milk；　which　a　small　matter
  turns　sour；a　clap　of　thunder；　an　evil　odor；　a　hot　day；　a　mere
  breath。
  When　Charles　Mignon　read　his　daughter's　letter　of　farewell　he
  instantly　despatched　Madame　Dumay　to　Paris。　The　family　gave　out　that　a
  journey　to　another　climate　had　suddenly　been　advised　for　Caroline　by
  their　physician；　and　the　physician　himself　sustained　the　excuse；
  though　unable　to　prevent　some　gossip　in　the　society　of　Havre。　〃Such　a
  vigorous　young　girl！　with　the　complexion　of　a　Spaniard；　and　that　black
  hair！she　consumptive！〃　〃Yes；　they　say　she　committed　some
  imprudence。〃　〃Ah；　ah！〃　cried　a　Vilquin。　〃I　am　told　she　came　back
  bathed　in　perspiration　after　riding　on　horseback；　and　drank　iced
  water；　at　least；　that　is　what　Dr。　Troussenard　says。〃
  By　the　time　Madame　Dumay　returned　to　Havre　the　catastrophe　of　the
  failure　had　taken　place；　and　society　paid　no　further　attention　to　the
  absence　of　Bettina　or　the　return　of　the　cashier's　wife。　At　the
  beginning　of　1827　the　newspapers　rang　with　the　trial　of　Charles
  d'Estourny；　who　was　found　guilty　of　cheating　at　cards。　The　young
  corsair　escaped　into　foreign　parts　without　taking　thought　of
  Mademoiselle　Mignon；　who　was　of　little　value　to　him　since　the　failure
  of　the　bank。　Bettina　heard　of　his　infamous　desertion　and　of　her
  father's　ruin　almost　at　the　same　time。　She　returned　home　struck　by
  death；　and　wasted　away　in　a　short　time　at　the　Chalet。　Her　death　at
  least　protected　her　reputation。　The　illness　that　Monsieur　Mignon
  alleged　to　be　the　cause　of　her　absence；　and　the　doctor's　order　which
  sent　her　to　Nice　were　now　generally　believed。　Up　to　the　last　moment
  the　mother　hoped　to　save　her　daughter's　life。　Bettina　was　her　darling
  and　Modeste　was　the　father's。　There　was　something　touching　in　the　two
  preferences。　Bettina　was　the　image　of　Charles；　just　as　Modeste　was　the
  reproduction　of　her　mother。　Both　parents　continued　their　love　for　each
  other　in　their　children。　Bettina；　a　daughter　of　Provence；　inherited
  from　her　father　the　beautiful　hair；　black　as　a　raven's　wing；　which
  distinguishes　the　women　of　the　South；　the　brown　eye；　almond…shaped　and
  brilliant　as　a　star；　the　olive　tint；　the　velvet　skin　as　of　some　golden
  fruit；　the　arched　instep；　and　the　Spanish　waist　from　which　the　short
  basque　skirt　fell　crisply。　Both　mother　and　father　were　proud　of　the
  charming　contrast　between　the　sisters。　〃A　devil　and　an　angel！〃　they
  said　to　each　other；　laughing；　little　thinking　it　prophetic。
  After　weeping　for　a　month　in　the　solitude　of　her　chamber；　where　she
  admitted　no　one；　the　mother　came　forth　at　last　with　injured　eyes。
  Before　losing　her　sight　altogether　she　persisted；　against　the　wishes
  of　her　friends；　in　visiting　her　daughter's　grave；　on　which　she　riveted
  her　gaze　in　contemplation。　That　image　remained　vivid　in　the　darkness
  which　now　fell　upon　her；　just　as　the　red　spectrum　of　an　object　shines
  in　our　eyes　when　we　close　them　in　full　daylight。　This　terrible　and
  double　misfortune　made　Dumay；　not　less　devoted；　but　more　anxious　about
  Modeste；　now　the　only　daughter　of　the　father　who　was　unaware　of　his
  loss。　Madame　Dumay；　idolizing　Modeste；　like　other　women　deprived　of
  their　children；　cast　her　motherliness　about　the　girl；yet　without
  disregarding　the　commands　of　her　husband；　who　distrusted　female
  intimacies。　Those　commands　were　brief。　〃If　any　man；　of　any　age；　or　any
  rank；〃　Dumay　said；　〃speaks　to　Modeste；　ogles　her；　makes　love　to　her；
  he　is　a　dead　man。　I'll　blow　his　brains　out　and　give　myself　to　the
  authorities；　my　death　may　save　her。　If　you　don't　wish　to　see　my　head
  cut　off；　do　you　take　my　place　in　watching　her　when　I　am　obliged　to　go
  out。〃
  For　the　last　three　years　Dumay　had　examined　his　pistols　every　night。
  He　seemed　to　have　put　half　the　burden　of　his　oath　upon　the　Pyrenean
  hounds；　two　animals　of　uncommon　sagacity。　One　slept　inside　the　Chalet；
  the　other　was　stationed　in　a　kennel　which　he　never　left；　and　where　he
  never　barked；　but　terrible　would　have　been　the　moment　had　the　pair
  made　their　teeth　meet　in　some　unknown　adventurer。
  We　can　now　imagine　the　sort　of　life　led　by　mother　and　daughter　at　the
  Chalet。　Monsieur　and　Madame　Latournelle；　often　accompanied　by
  Gobenheim；　came　to　call　and　play　whist　with　Dumay　nearly　every
  evening。　The　conversation　turned　on　the　gossip　of　Havre　and　the　petty
  events　of　provincial　life。　The　little　company　separated　between　nine
  and　ten　o'clock。　Modeste　put　her　mother　to　bed；　and　together　they　said
  their　prayers；　kept　up　each　other's　courage；　and　talked　of　the　dear
  absent　one；　the　husband　and　father。　After　kissing　her　mother　for　good…
  night；　the　girl　went　to　her　own　room　about　ten　o'clock。　The　next
  morning　she　prepared　her　mother　for　the　day　with　the　same　care；　the
  same　prayers；　the　same　prattle。　To　her　praise　be　it　said　that　from　the
  day　when　the　terrible　infirmity　deprived　her　mother　of　a　sense；
  Modeste　had　been　like　a　servant　to　her；　displaying　at　all　times　the
  same　solicitude；　never　wearying　of　the　duty；　never　thinking　it
  monotonous。　Such　constant　devotion；　combined　with　a　tenderness　rare
  among　young　girls；　was　thoroughly　appreciated　by　those　who　witnessed
  it。　To　the　Latournelle　family；　and　to　Monsieur　and　Madame　Dumay；
  Modeste　was；　in　soul；　the　pearl　of　price。
  On　sunny　days；　between　breakfast　and　dinner；　Madame　Mignon　and　Madame
  Dumay　took　a　little　walk　toward　the　sea。　Modeste　accompanied　them；　for
  two　arms　were　needed　to　support　the　blind　mother。　About　a　month　before
  the　scene　to　which　this　explanation　is　a　parenthesis；　Madame　Mignon
  had　taken　counsel　with　her　friends；　Madame　Latournelle；　the　notary；
  and　Dumay；　while　Madame　Dumay　carried　Modeste　in　another　direction　for
  a　longer　walk。
  〃Listen　to　what　I　have　to　say；〃　said　the　blind　woman。　〃My　daughter　is
  in　love。　I　feel　it；　I　see　it。　A　singular　change　has　taken　place　within
  her；　and　I　do　not　see　how　it　is　that　none　of　you　have　perceived　it。〃
  〃In　the　name　of　all　that's　honorable〃　cried　the　lieutenant。
  〃Don't　interrupt　me；　Dumay。　For　the　last　two　months　Modeste　has　taken
  as　much　care　of　her　personal　appearance　as　if　she　expected　to　meet　a
  lover。　She　has　grown　extremely　fastidious　about　her　shoes；　she　wants
  to　set　off　her　pretty　feet；　she　scolds　Madame　Gobet；　the　shoemaker。　It
  is　the　same　thing　with　her　milliner。　Some　days　my　poor　darling　is
  absorbed　in　thought；　evidently　expectant；　as　if　waiting　for　some　one。
  Her　voice　has　curt　tones　when　she　answers　a　question；　as　though　she
  were　interrupted　in　the　current　of　her　thoughts　and　secret
  expectations。　Then；　if　this　awaited　lover　has　come〃
  〃Good　heavens！〃
  〃Sit　down；　Dumay；〃　said　the　blind　woman。　〃Well；　then　Modeste　is　gay。
  Oh！　she　is　not　gay　to　your　sight；　you　cannot　catch　these　gradations；
  they　are　too　delicate　for　eyes　that　see　only　the　outside　of　nature。
  Her