"Nothing."
"Did you ever see Bellenger before?"
"I never saw him before to-night."
"But I saw him," said Madame de Ferrier, "in London, when I was about seven years old. It made a stronger impression on me than anything else that ever happened in my life, except"—she stopped.
"Except the taking off of my mother and brothers to the guillotine."
The man who told me to call him Louis Philippe turned toward her, with attention as careful as his avoidance when she wished to be unobserved. She rose, and came around the fire, making a deep courtesy.
"My family may not be unknown to his royal highness the Duke of Orleans. We are De Ferriers of Mont-Louis; emigrés now, like many others."
"Madame, I knew your family well. They were loyal to their king."
"My father died here in America. Before we sailed we saw this man in London."
"And with him—"