"Let's see," said the marquis, "what is this? What can this adventure mean?"
"Go," said the widow, "go quickly, and punish those villains."
He runs, he arrives at the house; his father is already in prison; all the servants have fled in different ways, each carrying off whatever he could lay his hands upon. His mother is alone, without assistance, without comfort, drowned in tears. She has nothing left but the remembrance of her fortune, of her beauty, her faults, and her extravagant living.
After the son had wept a long time with his mother he at length said to her:
"Let us not give ourselves up to despair. This young widow loves me to excess; she is more generous than rich, I can answer for her; I will go and bring her to you."
He returns to his mistress and finds her in company with a very amiable young officer.
"What, is it you, M. de la Jeannotière," said she; "what brings you here? Is it proper to forsake your unhappy mother in such a crisis? Go to that poor, unfortunate woman and tell her that I still wish her well. I have occasion for a chambermaid and will give her the preference."
"My lad," said the officer, "you are well shaped. Enlist in my company; you may depend on good usage."
The marquis, thunderstruck, and with a heart en-
