CHAPTER XXXVI.

THE LETTER OF KING CHARLES THE FIRST. The reader must now accompany us across the Seine, and follow us to the gate of the Carmelite Convent in the Rue St. Jacques. It is eleven o'clock in the morning, and the pious sisters have just finished saying a mass for the success of the armies of King Charles I. Leaving the church, a woman and a young girl dressed in black, the one as a widow and the other also in mourning, have re-entered their cell. The elder lady kneels on a _prie-dieu_ of painted wood, and at a short di…