Wogan closed the window cautiously.

The snow had drifted through and lay melting in a heap beneath the sill.

He drew the curtain across the embrasure, and then he crossed to the bedroom door.
"Jenny," he whispered, "are you in bed ?" "Yes." "Lie close! Do not show your face nor speak.

Only groan, and groan most delicately, or we are lost." He closed the door upon Jenny, and turning about came face to face with the Princess-mother.

She stood confronting him, a finger on her lips, and terror in her eyes; and he heard the street-door open and clang to below.
"The magistrate!" she whispered.
"Courage, your Highness.