I'll return the treaty." She drew her arm from the king's grasp and started so hurriedly toward the door that the king took alarm and followed her, crying out:-- "I tell you I'll send the packet by other hands.

You remain here." She did not stop, so he caught her again by the arm, and spoke sharply: "You are to remain with me.

Do you hear?
I'm not to be played with.

I'll send the packet--" But she broke from his grasp, hastily opened the door, and found herself not at the head of the privy stairs, but in the king's anteroom, surrounded by a half dozen men in armor one of whom attempted to seize her.

Instantly she sprang back to the king's closet, screaming, not as a signal to us, for she had forgotten our agreement in that respect, but in genuine fright.
Her screams brought George, De Grammont, and myself to the door at the head of the stairs in less time than one could count ten.