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  “Didyouhear,citizen?“askedthedoctor。“Theofficialsarewaitingformebelow。“

  “Yes,Iheard,doctor,“whisperedSimon。“Wehavenotmuchtime。

  Come!“

  Hemotionedtothephysiciantopassalongthecorridorandtoentertheroom,whileheboltedandlockedtheouterdoor。Asthedoctorentered,MistressSimonlayuponherbedandlookedatthenew-comerwithcurious,glowingeyes。

  “Whoareyou?“sheasked,risingquicklyfromherbed。“YouarenotDoctorNaudinwhomIexpected,andIdonotknowyou!“

  Meantimethedoctorwalkedinsilencetoherbed,andstoopedoverJeanneMarie,whosankbackuponthepillow。

  “IamtheonewhoistohelpyouescapefromtheTemple,“hewhispered。“DoctorNaudinhassentme,toworkinunionwithhimandyouineffectingyourreleaseandthatoftheunfortunateCapet。“

  “Husband,“criedJeanneMarietothecobbler,whowasjustcomingin,“thisisthemanwhoisgoingtodeliverusfromthishell!“

  “Thatistosay,“saidthedoctor,withafirm,penetratingvoice,“Iwillfreeyouifyouwillhelpmefreethedauphin。“

  “Speaksoftly,forGod’ssake,speaksoftly,“saidSimonanxiously。

  “Ifanyoneshouldhearyou,wearealllost!Wewilldoeverythingthatyoudemandofus,providedthatwecaninthatwayescapefromthismiserable,good-for-nothingplace。Theairhereislikepoison,andtohavetostayhereislikebeingburiedalive。“

  “Andthenthedreams,thefrightfuldreams,“mutteredJeanneMarie,withashudder。“Icannotsleepanymoreinthisdreadfulprison,forthatpale,fearfulwoman,withgreat,fixedeyes,goeswalkingaboutthroughtheTempleeverynight,andlistensatthedoorstoseewhetherherchildrenarealiveyet,andwhetherwearenotkillingthem。Lately,shehasnotonlylistenedatthedoors,butshehascomeintomyroom,andpassedmybed,andgoneintothechamberoflittleCapet。Simonwasasleep,anddidnotseeher。I

  sprangup,however,andstolesoftlytothedoor;forIthoughtsomebodyhadcreptinhereindisguise,possiblyCitizenToulan,whohadalreadytwicemadetheattempttoreleasetheAustrianandherchildren,andwhomIthendenouncedatheadquarters。ThereIsaw——

  althoughitwasentirelydarkinthehall——thereIsawlittleCapetlyingasleeponhismattress,hishandsfoldedoverhisbreast,andwithanexpressionofcountenancemorehappy,altogethermorehappy,thaniteveriswhenheisawake。Nearthemattresskneeledthefigureinwhite,anditseemedasifaradiancestreamedoutfromitthatfilledthewholeroom。Itsfacewaspaleandwhite,justlikealily,anditseemedasifthefragranceofalilywasintheapartment。Hertwoarmswereraised,asifshewouldutterabenediction,overhersleepingboy;aroundherhalf-openedlipsplayedasweetsmile,andhergreateyes,whichhadtheaspectofstars,lookeduptowardheaven。ButwhileIwasthereinamaze,andwatchedthefigureina,transportofdelight,thereoccurred,allatonce,somethingwonderful,somethingdreadful。Thefigurerosefromitsknees,droppeditsarms,turneditselfaround,andadvancedstraighttowardme。Theeyes,whichhadbeenturnedsopurelyheavenwardbefore,weredirectedtome,withalookwhichpiercedmybreastlikethethrustofaknife。Irecognizedthatlook-thatsad,reproachfulglance。ItwasthesamethatMarieAntoinettegaveme,whenshestoodonthescaffold。Iwassittinginthefrontrowoftheknitters,andIwasjustgoingtomakethedoublestitchforherinmystocking,whenthatlookmetme;thosegreat,sadeyeswereturnedtowardme,andIfeltthatshehadrecognizedme,andhereyesboredintomybreast,andfollowedmeevenaftertheaxehadtakenoffherhead。Theeyesdidnotfallintothebasket,theywerenotburied,battheyremaininmybreast;theyhavebeenpiercingmeeversince,andburningmelikeglowingcoals。ButthatnightIsawthemagain,asinlife——thosedreadfuleyes;andasthefigureadvancedtowardme,itraiseditshandandthreatenedme,anditseyesspoketome,anditseemedasifacurseofGodweregoingthroughmybrain,forthoseeyessaidtome——’Murder!’——spokeitsoloudly,sohorribly,thatitappearedasifmyheadwouldburst,andIcouldnotcry,andcouldnotmove,andhadtolookatit,till,atlast,Ibecameunconscious。“

  “There,seethere,doctor,“criedSimon,inalarm,ashiswifefellbackuponthepillowwithaloudcry,andquiveredinallherlimbs;

  “nowshehasconvulsionsagain,andthenshewillbe,foradayortwo,outofhermind,andwilltalkstrangelyaboutthepalewomanwithdreadfuleyes;andwhenshegoesonso,shemakesevenmesad,andanxious,andtimid,andIgrowafraidofthewhiteghostthatshesaysisalwayswithus。Ah!doctor,helpus!See,now,howthepoorwomansuffersandtwists!“

  Thedoctordrewabottlefromhisbreast-pocket,andrubbedafewdropsuponthetemplesofthesickwoman。

  “Thoseareprobablythefamoussoothing-dropsofDoctorNaudin?“

  askedSimon,inastonishment,whenhesawhowquiethiswifebecame,andthatherspasmsandgroansceased。

  “Yes,“answeredthedoctor,“andtheeminentphysiciansendsthemasapresenttoyourwife。Theyareverycostly,andrichpeoplehavetopayalouis-d’orforeverydrop。ButDoctorNaudin。givesthemtoyou,forhewishesJeanneMarielongtoenjoygoodhealth。Howisitwithyounow?“

  “Ifeelwell,completelywell,“shesaid,asthedoctorrubbedsomedropsasecondtimeonhertemple。“IfeeleasierthanIhavefeltforalongtime。“

  “Givemeyourhand,“saidthedoctor。“Riseup,foryouarewell。

  Letusgointothechamberofthepoorboy,forIhavetospeakwithyouthere。“

  Hewalkedtowardthechamber-door,leadingJeanneMariebythehand,whileSimonfollowedthem。Softlyandsilentlytheyenteredthedarkroom,andwenttothemattressonwhichthechildlay。

  Theboystaredatthemwithgreat,wide-openedeyes,buttheywerewithoutexpressionandlife,andonlythebreath,asitcameslowlyandheavilyfromthehalf-openedlips,showedthattherewasvitalitystillinthispoor,little,shrunkenform。

  Thedoctorkneeleddownbesidethebed,and,bendingoverit,pressedalong,ferventkissonthedelicate,hothandofthechild。

  ButCharlesLouisremainedmotionless;hemerelyslowlydroppedhislidsandclosedhiseyes。

  “Yousee,doctor,heneitherhearsnorsees,“saidSimon,inalow,growlingvoice。“Hecaresfornothing,anddoesnotknowanythingaboutwhatisgoingonaroundhim。Itisaweeksincehespokeaword。“

  “Notsincethedaywhenyouwantedtocompelthechildtosingthesongthatmakessportofhismother。“

  “Hedidnotsingit?“askedthedoctor,withatremulousvoice。

  “Heisamulishlittletoad,“criedSimon,angrily。“Ibeggedhimatfirst,thenIthreatened,andwhenprayersandthreatswereofnouseIpunishedhim,asanaughtyboydeserveswhenhewillnotdowhathisfoster-fatherbidshimdo。Butevenblowsdidnotbringhimtoit;theobstinateyoungsterwouldnotsingthemerrysongwithme,andsincethenhehasnotspokenaword。[Footnote:Historical——

  SeeBeauehesne’a“HistoiredeLouisXVII。,“vol。ii。]Heseemsasifhehadgrowndeafanddumbasapunishmentfornotobeyinghisgoodfoster-father。“

  “Heisneitherdeafnordumb,“saidthedoctor,solemnly。“Heissimplyagoodson,whowouldnotsingthesongwhichmadesportofhisnobleandunfortunatemother。SeewhetherIamnotright:seethesetearswhichrunfromhisclosedeyes。Hehasheardus,hehasunderstoodus,andheanswersuswithhistears!Oh,sire,“hecontinuedpassionately,“bythesacredremembranceofyourfatherandyourmother,Isweardevotiontoyouuntildeath;IswearthatI

  havecometosetyoufree,todieforyou。Lookup,mykingandmydarlingone!Iintrusttoyouandtoboththesewitnessesmywholesecret;Iletthemaskfalltoshowmyselftoyouinmytrueform,thatyoumayconfideinme,andknowthatthemostdevotedofyourservantsiskneelingbeforeyou,andthathededicateshislifetoyou。Openyoureyes,LouisofFrance,andseewhetheryouknowme!“

  Hesprangup,threwoffthegreatperuke,andthelongblackcloak,andstoodbeforethemintheuniformofanofficialguard。

  “Thunderandguns!“criedSimon,withaloudlaugh。“itis——“

  “Hush!“interruptedtheother——“hush!HealoneshalldeclarewhoI

  am!Oh,lookatme,myking;convincetheseunbelievingonesherethatyourmindisclearandstrong,andthatyouareconsciousofwhatisgoingonaroundyou。Lookatme,andifyouknowme,speakmyname!“

  Andwithfoldedhands,inunspeakableemotion,heleanedoverthebedofthechild,thatstilllaywithclosedeyes。

  “Iknewthathecouldhearnothing,andthathewasdeaf,“growledSimon,whilehiswifefoldedhertremblinghands,andwithtearfuleyeswhisperedaprayer。

  Adeepsilenceensued,andwithanxiousexpectationeachlookedattheboy。Atlengthheslowlyraisedtheheavy,reddenedeyelids,andlookedwithatimid,anxiousglancearoundhimself。Thenhisgazefixeditselfupontheeloquent,speakingfaceofthemanwhosetearswerefallinglikewarmdew-dropsuponhispale,sunkenfeatures。

  Aquiverpassedoverthecoutenanceoftheboy,abeamofjoylighteduphiseyes,andsomethinglikeasmileplayedaroundhistremblinglips。

  “Doyouknowme?Doyouknowmyname?“

  Thechildraisedhishandinsalutation,andsaid,inaclear,distinctvoice:“Toulan!Fidele!“

  Toulanfellonhiskneesagainandcoveredthelittlethinhandoftheboywithhistearsandhiskisses。

  “Yes,Fidele,“hesobbed。“Thatisthetitleofhonorwhichyourroyalmothergaveme——thatisthenamethatshewroteonthebitofpaperwhichsheputintothegoldsmelling-bottlethatshegaveme。

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