The two friends arrived in safety at Castle Renaud, where the good and faithful Ernest was ready to receive them, accompanied by his nephew and little Charles. The Count was charmed with the sweet boy, and when he admired his features, thought Ferdinand perfectly acquitted for his strong attachment to his mother.
They had been three days at the Castle, when one evening Ferdinand was informed that a woman, of a very ordinary appearance, wished to speak with him; the Count would have withdrawn:—"By no means," said Ferdinand, and ordered her admittance.—She entered, wrapped in a long cloak, and her head so covered that no part of her face was visible but her eyes.
"What is your business?" demanded he.
"Justice!" replied she, fiercely, and throwing off her hood, discovered Fatima.
"Fatima!" exclaimed he.
"No longer Fatima," said she, "but Charlotte, daughter to the late Count Renaud,
