I will follow you shortly.

I have something to say to Monsieur de Saumaise." There was a decision in her tones which caused Victor to experience a chill not devoid of dread.

If only he could read the face behind the mask! Anne followed Maitre le Borgne upstairs.

Victor and madame were alone.
He waited patiently for her to speak.

She devoted some moments absently to crushing with her boot the stray pieces of charred wood which littered the broad hearthstone.
"Victor," she said of a sudden, "forgive me!" "Forgive you for what ?" "For innocently bringing this trouble upon you, for endangering your head." "Oh, that is nothing.