The carriage waits." "And where is my brother ?" "We are to pick him up at the park gate." "And why that ?" "Because he is watched; and were he seen beside the carriage, all would be known." "Very good.

Then, monsieur, if you will take my cloak and this casket we may start at once." They made their way by a circuitous route through the less-used corridors, she hurrying on like a guilty creature, a hood drawn over her face, and her heart in a flutter at every stray footfall.

But fortune stood her friend.

She met no one, and soon found herself at the eastern postern gate.

A couple of phlegmatic Swiss guardsmen leaned upon their muskets upon either side, and the lamp above shone upon the carriage which awaited her.