“Come，mypoormother，Desrochesisright，“saidJoseph，rejoiningAgatheonthestaircase。“Ihavesoldmytwopictures，letusstartforBerry；youhavetwoweeks’leaveofabsence。“
Afterwritingtohergodmothertoannouncetheirarrival，AgatheandJosephstartedthenexteveningfortheirtriptoIssoudun，leavingPhilippetohisfate。Thediligencerolledthroughtherued’EnfertowardtheOrleanshighroad。WhenAgathesawtheLuxembourg，towhichPhilippehadbeentransferred，shecouldnotrefrainfromsaying，——
“IfitwerenotfortheAllieshewouldneverbethere！“
Manysonswouldhavemadeanimpatientgestureandsmiledwithpity；
buttheartist，whowasalonewithhismotherinthecoupe，caughtherinhisarmsandpressedhertohisheart，exclaiming:——