At last, out of the chaos of my thoughts, there arose one which at once set my mind at rest; and I wondered that it had not sooner occurred to me. This was, to appeal to my friend Tiberge, on whose continued affection and sympathy I felt that I could always count. There is no higher tribute to virtue than the confidence with which we always turn to those whom we know to possess integrity of character. We feel that we run no risk; if they are not always in a position to offer us actual assistance, we are sure, at least, of obtaining kindness and consideration
at their hands. Our hearts, so carefully closed to the rest of our fellow-men, expand freely in their presence, just as a flower buds forth under the rays of the sun, from which it expects none but kindly and genial influences.
It seemed to me that it was by the interposition of a protecting Providence that I had so opportunely remembered Tiberge. I resolved to find some way of seeing him before the day was ended; and, hastening back to our lodgings, I wrote him a few lines, appointing a suitable place for an interview. I pledged him to silence and discretion, as among the most valuable services he could render me in the existing condition of my affairs.
The prospect of seeing him inspired me with a cheer-
