And yet the man's body had not moved, and there was no sound save the lurching and rasping of the carriage and the clatter of the flying horses.

They were already out on the country roads far beyond Versailles.

It was darker than before, heavy clouds had banked over the heavens, and the rumbling of thunder was heard low down on the horizon.
The lady lay back panting upon the leather cushions of the carriage.
She was a brave woman, and yet this sudden strange horror coming upon her at the moment when she was weakest had shaken her to the soul.
She crouched in the corner, staring across with eyes which were dilated with terror at the figure on the other side.

If he would but say something! Any revelation, any menace, was better than this silence.
It was so dark now that she could hardly see his vague outline, and every instant, as the storm gathered, it became still darker.

The wind was blowing in little short angry puffs, and still there was that far-off rattle and rumble.