On his return to Eaux Tranquilles, the Chevalier advanced at the gate, where he had doubtless been waiting some time, and, drawing a small newspaper out of his coat, said in grave fashion—
"Germain, there is something in the Gazette de France, which, I fear, means mischief."
Lecour took the paper with a heart-throb and read—
"The Marquis de Gruchy, the Count de Longueville, the Chevaliers des Trois-Maisons and de Réfsentigny, who had previously the honour of being presented to the King, had, on the 8th instant, that of entering the carriages of of his Majesty and following him to the chase."
His face crimsoned. He looked at the Chevalier.
"I have mentioned," said the latter, a troubled look appearing on his sensitive face, "that the name of Répentigny was that of an officer whom I knew when our army was in Canada. He was a Canadian of the family of Le Gardeur, who still lives, bearing the title of Marquis, and is, I believe, Governor of Pondicherry or Mahé in our Indian possesions. Should the name reach him through the Gazette as being worn by you, it might lead to the Bastille. That I would not willingly see befall you, dear boy."
Germain was touched with the kindness in his friend's voice.
"What should I do?" he asked, faltering.
"Remain at Eaux Tranquilles, resume your own name, and enjoy life quietly, with all I possess yours."
Tears rose in the young man's eyes. "Your goodness, my second father, is incredible."