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After having returned from the church, and having learnt from the

Unknown the arrival of Lucy, he had seated himself at table,

placing the Unknown on his right hand; the company was composed

of a number of priests, who gazed earnestly at the countenance of

their once formidable companion, so softened without weakness, so

humbled without meanness, and compared it with the horrible idea

they had so long entertained of him.

Dinner being over, the Unknown and the cardinal retired together.

After a long interview, the former departed for his castle, and

the latter sent for the curate of the parish, and requested him

to conduct him to the house where Lucy had received an asylum.

"Oh, my lord," replied the curate, "suffer me, suffer me. I will

send for the young girl and her mother, if she has arrived,-the

hosts themselves, if my lord desires it."

"I wish to go to them myself," replied Frederick.