She saw that the magistrate, for all his politeness, was quite inflexible.
"Go, then," she said with a quiet dignity which once before she had shown that evening.

"Since there is no humiliation to be spared us, take a candle, sir, and count the marks of suffering in my daughter's face;" and with her own hand she opened the bedroom door and stood aside.
"Madam, I would not press my duty an inch beyond its limits," said the magistrate.

"I will stand in the doorway, and do you bid your daughter speak." The Princess-mother did not move from her position.
"My child," she said.
Jenny in the bedroom groaned and turned from one side to the other.
"You are in pain ?" Jenny groaned again.

The magistrate himself closed the door.
"Believe me," said he, "no one could more regret than I the incivilities to which I am compelled." He crossed the room.

Wogan heard him and his men descending the stairs.
He heard the door open and shut; he heard Chateaudoux draw the bolts.
Then he stepped out from the curtain.
"Your Highness, that was bravely done," said he, and kneeling he kissed her hand.