"I should like to send my bandeau of pearls to my good little Rigolette; it is a simple ornament which she may wear in her beautiful black hair. And as you know where Martial and La Louve are in Algeria, I should like to send to the brave woman who saved my life my gold enamelled cross. These different keepsakes, dearest father, I would have sent to them 'from Fleur-de-Marie.'"
"I will do all you wish,—I will not forget one."
"I am sure you will not, dearest father."
"Is there no other person present to your memory?"
The dear child understood me, and pressed my hand, whilst a slight blush tinged her pale cheeks as I said, "He is better—out of danger."
"And his father?"
"Better as his son is better. And what will you give to Henry? A souvenir from you will be a consolation so dear and precious!"
"My father, offer him my prie-Dieu. Alas! I have often watered it with my tears when begging from Heaven for strength to forget Henry, as I was unworthy of his love."
"How happy it will make him to see that you have had one thought of him!"
"As to the asylum for the orphans and young girls abandoned by their parents, I should wish, my dear father, that—"