The two young people gazed and gazed, then looked again, dumfounded, hardly daring to trust their vision, for through the grime-covered mask of the gigantic coal-heaver a pair of merry blue eyes was regarding them with lazy-amusement.
"La! I do look a miserable object, I know," said the pseudo coal-heaver at last, "but 'twas the only way to get those murderous devils to do what I wanted.

A thousand pardons, mademoiselle; 'twas I brought you to such a terrible pass, but la! you are amongst friends now.

Will you deign to forgive me ?" Juliette looked up.

Her great, earnest eyes, now swimming in tears, sought those of the brave man who had so nobly stood by her and the man she loved.
"Blakeney ..." began Deroulede.
But Sir Percy quickly interrupted him: "Hush, man! we have but a few moments.

Remember you are in Paris still, and the Lord only knows how we shall all get out of this murderous city to-night.