It was then a quarter to ten.
"Quick!" said he.

"Your Highness will wait for me under the fourth tree of the avenue, counting from the end." He left the mother and daughter alone, that his presence might not check the tenderness of their farewell, and went down the stairs into the dark hall.

M.Chateaudoux was waiting there, with his teeth chattering in the extremity of his alarm.

Wogan unlatched the door very carefully and saw through the chink the sentry standing by the steps.

The snow still fell; he was glad to note the only light was a white glimmering from the waste of snow upon the ground.
"You must go out with her," Wogan whispered to Chateaudoux, "and speak a word to the sentry." "At any moment the magistrate may come," said Chateaudoux, though he trembled so that he could hardly speak.
"All the more reason for the sentinel to let your sweetheart run home at her quickest step," said Wogan, and above him he heard Clementina come out upon the landing.