Wogan had no fine sentiments wherewith to answer her; but his voice took a depth of sincerity and tenderness quite strange to her.

Her fingers ceased to tremble.
They went down into the hall.

Chateaudoux, who had been waiting in an agony of impatience, opened the door and slipped out; Clementina followed him.
The door was left ajar behind them, and Wogan in the hall saw Chateaudoux speak with the sentinel, saw the sentinel run hurriedly to Clementina, saw Clementina disappear into the snow.

Chateaudoux ran back into the hall.
"And you!" he asked, as he barred and locked the door.

"The magistrate is coming.