Good God! to think that I saw them yesterday for the first time in eleven years, and that now they are in danger of death--and what a death! Michu," she said, with a melancholy look, "be as prudent during the next fifteen hours as you have been grand and devoted during the last twelve years.

If disaster were to overtake my cousins now I should die of it--No," she added, quickly, "I would live long enough to kill Bonaparte." "There will be two of us to do that when all is lost," said Michu.
Laurence took his rough hand and wrung it warmly, as the English do.
Michu looked at his watch; it was midnight.
"We must leave here at any cost," he said.

"Death to the gendarme who attempts to stop me! And you, madame la comtesse, without presuming to dictate, ride back to Cinq-Cygne as fast as you can.

The police are there by this time; fool them! delay them!" The hole once opened, Michu flung himself down with his ear to the earth; then he rose precipitately.

"The gendarmes are at the edge of the forest towards Troyes!" he said.