Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-15
CHAPTER VT.
EXIT DoLI-ENTER KNIGHT.

A T the sound of Grafton's A voice directing him to en- ter, Sergt- Jean--Renaud. who was accompanied by 3 slender youth in the livery of the house, opened the door.
 Monsieur is awake?'' asked the sergeant, stepping over the threshold and saluting respectfully.
 "Ag you sec, sergeant"
 Monsieur slept well ?''
 stVery we'll.
 Monsieur wakes early"
 "Yes, that song there" pointing to the window. gdo you not hear it?''
 iris nlademoiseTe and Josette,' answered Jean-Renaud; "she will be annoyed to think she has dis turbed--"
 ''On no account tell her! Say noth- ing about it to any one, my good friend. Iris delightful! What sing they?''
 "A cradle song, monsieur" answered the sergeant. My old mother sang me to sleep with that song. and thou-. sands of other mothers in Brittany have sung 1t as well. Toutouie, Ia. la!" He caught up the refrain, and in a deep though not unmusical voice hummed the air.
 'Tis a pretty song, said Grafton.
 fsYes, monsieur. but if you are ready to dress, have brought Anatole, who Is at your service while you are pris you honor our ss he added, with native politeneas E1e will serve monsieur. And Monsieur le Marquis bids me. say when you arn. ready he will be pleased intend you at breakfast Monsieur realizes that he is--is--while he is within the walls he-"
 'E remember everything. my good friend" replied Grafton, within the walls am free: outside, a prisoner. ]"
 Provided, of courses monsieur gets nutside,'' answered Jean-Renaud, smiling. s'FIas monsieur any com- nands for me?' ,.ss.+s-#z5s
 '''NJone, 2 replied Philip as thesold sol- dier withdrew. The aefk Anatole, who seemed familiar with the habits of Englfshmen, quickly arranged a bath, &EAIU out & 14O44 A4G AGW A4e&0% ter's wardrobe--for his personal bag- gage had been sent him through the kindness sof de Kersaint-and tben withdrew. Hastily Philip dressed himself--and yet with unusual care, by the way-and descended to the hall. Finding the door open he entered the garden.
 The song had ceased and the two maidens, the dolls lying neglected in ! their laps, were engaged in earnest conversation.
 And you think" he heard the smaller say, that he would be my knight?"
 "Mademoiselle, he is there!'' ex- claimed Josette, springing to her feet in much confusion, as she observed Grafton's approach.
 The other girl turned her head slightly, saw him advancing, and as If to mark the difference between the mistress and the maid, rose slowly and calmly to her feet. Tn spite of her dignity her little heart was beating flriously. The dolls fell neglected to the ground The end Of their reign began that morning.
 Grafton bowed profoundly before her. and as she returned his saiuta- tion with sweeping courtesy he 1 looked curiously at her So this was the Breton rose! She was a small, slender. pale little girl, between B and IA years old, and rather delicate in appearance. Too old to be playing with dolls, certainly. Her head was crowned with mass of hair black as a ravens wing, which fell down her back in a heavy braid tied with a scar let ribbon. pair of rather long arms terminating in long slender hands stretched from her immature sloping shoulders. Below the short skirt of her dress two long thin legs dropped into dainty slippers.
 Phillip was something of connois- seur and he scanned her carefully and 1 swiftly. Her eyes, he thought, were good, and blue he could see in apfte of the downcast lids--a strange com 1 bination of black hair, pale face, and blue eyes, unusual but striking. Her hands were small, he noticed. and her feet. even then. charming. As for the rest that would come in time. She