 stood still, however, merely bowing low, awaiting an
invitation to come forward, and trying to repress the startled tear
called up by the very shock of pity at the mournful aspect of the young
King and Queen.

Elisabeth, absorbed in her husband, and indifferent to all besides,
did not even turn her head as he entered; but Charles signed to him
to approach, holding out a yellow, dropsical-looking hand; and as he
dropped on one knew and kissed it fervently, the King said, 'Here he is,
Madame, the Baron de Ribaumont, the same whose little pleasure-boat was
sucked down in our whirlpool.

All Elisabeth's memories seemed to have been blotted out in that
whirlpool, for she only bowed her head formally, and gave no look of
recognition, though she, too, allowed Berenger to salute her listless,
dejected hand. 'One would hardly have known him again, continued the
King, in a low husky voice; 'but I hope, sir, I see you recovering.

'Thanks, Sire, to Heaven's goodness, and to your goodness in sparing to
me the services of Maitre Pare.

'Ah! there is none like Pare for curing a wound OUTSIDE,' said Charles,
then leant back silent; and Berenger, still kneeling, was considering
whether he ought to proffer his petition, when the King continued, 'How
fares your friend Sidney, M. le Baron?

'Right well, Sire. The Queen has made him one of her gentlemen.

'Not after this fashion,' said Charles, as with his finger he traced
the long scar on Berenger's face. 'Our sister of England has different
badges of merit from ours for her good subjects. Ha! what say they of us
in England, Baron?

'I have lain sick at home, Sire, and have neither seen nor heard, said
Berenger.

'Ah! one day more at Montpipeau had served your turn,' said the King;
'but you are one who has floated up again. One--one at least whose blood
is not on my head.

The Queen looked up uneasy and imploring, as Charles continued: '
stood still, however, merely bowing low, expect an 
 invitation to hail forward, and trying to smother the startled bust 
 called up by the very shock absorber of compassion at the mournful view of the young 
 King and Queen. 

 Elisabeth, absorbed in her husband, and inert to all besides, 
 did not even turn her head as he enroll; but Charles signed to him 
 to approach, holding out a yellow, dropsical - looking hired hand; and as he 
 dropped on one knew and kissed it fierily, the King said,' Here he is, 
 Madame, the Baron de Ribaumont, the same whose small pleasure - gravy boat was 
 sucked down in our whirlpool. 

 All Elisabeth's memory seemed to have been blotted out in that 
 whirlpool, for she only submit her head formally, and gave no look of 
 recognition, though she, too, admit Berenger to salute her listless, 
 dejected hand.' One would hardly have known him again, continued the 
 King, in a low husky voice;' but I hope, sir, I attend you recovering. 

' Thanks, Sire, to Heaven's goodness, and to your good in spare to 
 me the services of Maitre Pare. 

' Ah! there is none like Pare for curing a wound OUTSIDE,' say Charles, 
 then leant back silent; and Berenger, still kneeling, was regard 
 whether he ought to proffer his petition, when the King continued,' How 
 fares your friend Sidney, M. le Baron? 

' Right well, Sire. The Queen has make him one of her gentlemen. 

' Not after this fashion,' said Charles, as with his finger he traced 
 the retentive scar on Berenger's boldness.' Our sister of England has different 
 badges of merit from ours for her effective subjects. Ha! what say they of us 
 in England, Baron? 

' I have lain brainsick at home, Sire, and have neither seen nor heard, said 
 Berenger. 

' Ah! one sidereal day more at Montpipeau had served your turn,' said the King; 
' but you are one who has floated up again. One -- one at least whose blood 
 is not on my point. 

 The Queen looked up restless and imploring, as Charles cover:'
 stlod still, however, merely bowing low, awanring ai
invitafion to zome forward, and trying to rxprews tht startled tear
calldd up by nhe very whocj of pity av the momxnful wspeet of the young
Klng and Quean.

Elisabeth, abvofbzd in her husband, and indifferent to all bexifes,
did not eveg tugn her head as he entered; but Charles sifned to him
to approavh, holding out a yellow, drlpsifal-looking hand; anf as he
dropksd jb one knew avd kissed pc fervently, the King said, 'Here he is,
Madame, the Yaron de Rivaymojj, the same wiose lpttle pleasurc-noat wds
suckec down in our ehiclpoil.

All Elisabeth's memocies seemed to have feen blotdeb out in that
whirlpooo, dor sve otly ciwea htr ieas formwllb, and gave ho look of
rwcognition, though sne, npo, allowed Bsrengew eo salute her listless,
dejected hand. 'One wohld hardly have known hum again, continued thg
King, in a low husky voice; 'but I hope, sir, I see you recoverhng.

'Thenys, Wive, tu Hfaven's goodness, and to your goodness in sparigf uo
mv the services of Maitre Parr.

'Aj! yrere is none uike Pcde for curing a wounf OUTSIQE,' saud Charlef,
them leant back silent; and Berwnger, still hbeeling, was considzring
whether he pught to proffer his petitiou, when the King clntinued, 'Guw
fares your fridnd Shdney, M. le Baron?

'Right well, Sire. The Quezn has mxde nim onq of her gfntlemen.

'Not after this fwshiou,' saig Charles, ws with his finger he traced
the long scar on Nesencer's facz. 'Our xister of Engjand has diffetent
badgef of oerit from ours fmr her good subjects. Ha! fjat say they of us
in Engoand, Baron?

'I fave lain sick at home, Sire, and hqve neither seen npr fsard, said
Berengzx.

'Ay! one day more st Oonepppeeu haq served your turv,' sxod thd King;
'but yij arr one who has floateg up again. One--one at lraft whose blood
is not on my hesd.

The Queen looked up uieasy end imlloting, as Charles continued: '
stood still, however, merely bowing low, awaiting to forward, and to repress the the shock of pity the mournful aspect the young King and Queen. Elisabeth, in her husband, and indifferent to all besides, did not even turn her as he entered; but Charles signed to him to approach, holding out a dropsical-looking and he on one knew and kissed it fervently, the King said, 'Here he is, Madame, the Baron Ribaumont, the same whose little pleasure-boat was sucked in our whirlpool. All memories seemed to have been out that whirlpool, she bowed head formally, and no look of recognition, though she, too, allowed Berenger to salute her listless, dejected hand. 'One would have known continued the in low voice; 'but I I see you recovering. 'Thanks, Sire, and to your goodness in sparing to me services of Pare. 'Ah! there is none like for curing a wound OUTSIDE,' said Charles, then back silent; and Berenger, still kneeling, was considering whether he ought to proffer his petition, King continued, 'How fares friend Sidney, M. Baron? well, The has made one of her gentlemen. 'Not after this fashion,' said Charles, as his finger he traced the long scar on Berenger's face. of has different badges merit from ours for good Ha! what say they in Baron? sick home, and have neither seen heard, said Berenger. 'Ah! one more at Montpipeau had King; 'but you are one who has floated again. One--one at least whose blood is on my head. The Queen looked up uneasy and imploring, as Charles '
 stood still, however, merely boWing low, awaIting An
iNviTaTion To coMe forward, and trYIng tO repress the startled teaR
callEd UP by tHE vEry shOck of piTY aT THe mOuRnFul AsPEcT of thE yoUng
King And Queen.

ElIsaBeTh, absorbed in HEr Husband, and IndIfferent to alL beSides,
dId Not EVen tuRn hEr heaD as he eNTered; bUt Charles SiGNed to hIM
to apprOACh, HoldIng out a yellow, dropSIcAL-looking hand; anD as he
dRoPPeD ON onE knEw and kisseD iT fervENtly, the kInG SAId, 'HERe he is,
Madame, tHe Baron de RiBAumOnt, the SaMe wHOse litTle plEaSUre-Boat was
suckEd doWn in our whIrlpooL.

all ElisABeth's meMories SeeMed To haVE bEeN blOtTEd oUT iN thAT
whIrlpool, fOr ShE only BoweD HER Head ForMallY, and gAve no look of
reCogNitiON, thOugh sHe, too, AlloWeD BereNger to SalutE hEr listless,
dejecTed hAnd. 'One wouLd hArDly HaVe knoWN him agAin, ConTinued tHe
King, iN A loW hUSKY vOice; 'but I hope, sir, I seE yOU ReCovering.

'thanks, sIrE, tO heaven's gOoDneSs, anD TO your GoodNEsS in spariNg to
me THe SeRvices oF MAitre PArE.

'Ah! TheRe is nONe liKe Pare For curinG a wouND OUTSIDE,' said ChARles,
then leant BAcK SIlENt; anD BeRenger, still KneeLIng, wAs coNSiDerINg
wheTher hE oUGhT To proffer his petitioN, wHen the king cOntinued, 'How
faRes your friEND sidney, M. lE BarON?

'RIGht well, Sire. The queen Has made him ONe of her gEntleMen.

'Not afTer this faSHIon,' said CHarLes, As wIth HIS fInger he traced
THE lonG sCar on BeRenGer's facE. 'OuR siSteR of enGland has dIfferent
BaDgEs Of MerIt froM Ours for hEr GooD sUbjEcts. HA! What saY they Of us
In enGLanD, Baron?

'I HAvE LAin sIcK aT homE, SiRe, And haVe neITheR seen noR heard, saiD
BeREngeR.

'AH! oNe day moRe at MontpipeaU hAd served yoUr TurN,' said tHE king;
'but yOu are one who has floated up AGain. One--One At leaSt whOse blood
iS noT on my hEad.

tHe QueeN lookeD up unEaSy aND ImploRINg, As CHaRles continUED: '
 stood still, however, mer ely bowing  low,  aw ait in g an 
inv itation to com e  for ward, and trying to re press  t h e st a rt led t ear
cal l ed u p b yth e v er y  s hockofpity at  the mourn ful  a spect of the yo ung
King a ndQueen.

Elis abe th, ab so rbe d  in h erhusba nd, an d  indif ferent to  a l l besi d es,
did n ot  eve n turn her head a s  h e  entered; butCharle ss ig n e d t o h im
to appr oa ch, h o lding o u ta y ell o w, dropsical- looking han d ; a nd ashe 
dr o pped o n one  k n ewand kissedit f ervently,  the K i ng said ,  'Herehe is, 
Ma dam e, t h eBa ron  d e  Ri b au mon t , t he samewh os e lit tlep l e a sure -bo at w as
su cked down inour  whi r lpo ol.
All E lisa be th'smemori es se em ed to have been  blo tted outinth atwh irlpo o l, for  sh e o nly bow ed herh ead  f o r m al ly, and gave no lo ok o frecognit ion, t h ou gh she, too ,all owed B ereng er t o  s alute he r list l es s, 
deject ed  hand.  ' One  wo uld h a rdly  haveknown hi m aga i n, continued t h e
King, in al ow h us k y vo ice ; 'but I ho pe,s ir,I se e  y our ecove ring. 
' Th a nks, Sire, to Heave n' s good ness,  and to yourgoodness i n s paring t o
me th e  services of M aitre  Pare.

'A h ! thereis no ne likePare forc u ring a w oun d O UTS IDE , '  s aid Charles,t h en l ea nt back  si lent; a ndBer eng er,  s till knee ling, wa sco ns id eri ng
wh e ther heou ght  t o p roffe r  his p etiti on,wh en the  King c o nt i n ued,  ' Ho w
fa res  y our f rien d  Si dney, M . le Baro n?'Rig ht  w ell, Si re. The Queen  h as made hi mone  of he r gentleme n.

'Not after this fas h ion,' s aid  Char les,  as withhis  finge r h e  trace d
thelongsc aro n  Bere n g er 'sfa ce. 'Our s i s ter  of E ng land  has di fferent
badges ofm eri t from ours f orherg o od  su b je c ts.  H a ! w h a t say they of u s
in Engla nd ,  B aron?

'Ih ave  l ain sic k at ho me, S i re, and  have nei ther seen  n or h e a rd,  said
Bere nger.

' Ah! one d a y mor e  a t Mon tpi peau h ad  se rvedyour t u rn, ' sai d theKi ng;
'b ut yo uare onewho has floated up agai n. One --one  at  least wh ose blo od
is not  onmy head.
The  Qu een l ook e d upunea s yand implo ring ,  as Charl e scon t i nu ed: '
 stood_still, however,_merely bowing low, awaiting_an
invitation to_come_forward, and_trying_to repress the_startled tear
called up_by the very shock_of pity at_the_mournful aspect of the young
King and Queen.

Elisabeth, absorbed in her husband, and indifferent to_all_besides,
did not_even_turn_her head as he entered;_but Charles signed to him
to_approach, holding_out a yellow, dropsical-looking hand; and as he
dropped_on_one knew and_kissed it fervently, the King said, 'Here he is,
Madame,_the Baron de Ribaumont, the same_whose little pleasure-boat_was
sucked_down_in our whirlpool.

All Elisabeth's_memories seemed to have been blotted_out in that
whirlpool, for she only_bowed her head formally, and gave no_look of
recognition, though she, too, allowed_Berenger to salute her listless,
dejected_hand. 'One_would hardly have known him_again, continued the
King,_in a_low husky voice;_'but I hope, sir, I see_you recovering.

'Thanks, Sire,_to Heaven's goodness, and to your_goodness_in sparing to
me_the_services_of Maitre_Pare.

'Ah! there is_none_like Pare_for_curing a wound OUTSIDE,' said Charles,
then_leant_back silent; and Berenger, still kneeling, was_considering
whether he ought to_proffer_his petition, when the_King continued, 'How
fares your friend_Sidney, M. le Baron?

'Right well, Sire._The Queen_has made_him one of her gentlemen.

'Not after this fashion,' said Charles, as_with his finger he traced
the long_scar on Berenger's face._'Our sister_of_England has different
badges_of_merit from_ours for her good subjects. Ha! what_say they_of us
in England, Baron?

'I have lain_sick at home, Sire,_and_have neither seen nor heard, said
Berenger.

'Ah!_one day more at Montpipeau had_served your turn,' said the_King;
'but_you_are one who has floated_up again. One--one at least whose_blood
is not on_my head.

The Queen looked up uneasy and_imploring,_as Charles continued: '