CHAPTER XXVII.
RECOGNITIONS.
"There's a Divinity that shapes our ends."
"IT is enough: my son is yet alive; I shall see him before I die." These were the first words Madame de Talmont found voice to falter, as, leaning heavily on the arm of Clémence, she traversed the short distance between the hospital and the house where they dwelt.
The unutterable joy and thankfulness that filled the soul of Clémence was not unmixed with fear. With the speechless, agonizing dread of a loving heart, she trembled for the treasure left her still. If, after this re-awakening of their hopes, the only tidings that had to reach them were of a nameless grave at Vilna, how could her mother bear the blow? Surely, had he recovered, Henri would have written to them ere this. She could not help concluding, from the young Russian's narrative, that he had met with sufficient kindness in the house of his captivity to have rendered it easy for him to do so.
But she could not bear to communicate her misgivings. She led her mother to the pleasant room they shared together, and persuaded her to lie down and rest, taking upon herself the task of relating what they had heard to La Tante, as they both called Madame de Salgues.
During the long night that followed, bringing sleep to neither, mother and daughter had abundant leisure for the
