"Fortunately, madame, I was mistaken," said the governess, "and the whole passed away without any further alarm; Mademoiselle Claire became composed, and merely suffered from a momentary feeling of weakness. She has not slept much this afternoon, but Icould not coax her to bed without allowing her the pleasure of paying a visit to you."
"Dear little angel!" cried Madame d'Harville, covering her daughter with kisses.
The interesting child repaid her mother's caresses with infantine delight, when the groom of the chambers entered and announced:
"His royal highness the Grand Duke of Gerolstein."
Claire, standing on her mother's lap, had thrown her arms about her neck, and was clasping her with all the force of which her tiny arms were capable. At the sight of Rodolph, Clémence blushed dee
