After all, if he were free himself he might more effectually help to rescue Jeanne.

He knew, too, now where to join his leader.

The corner of the street by the canal, where Sir Andrew Ffoulkes would be waiting with the coal-cart; then there was the spinney on the road to St.Germain.Armand hoped that, with good luck, he might yet overtake his comrades, tell them of Jeanne's plight, and entreat them to work for her rescue.
He had forgotten that now he had no certificate of safety, that undoubtedly he would be stopped at the gates at this hour of the night; that his conduct proving suspect he would in all probability he detained, and, mayhap, be brought back to this self-same place within an hour.

He had forgotten all that, for the primeval instinct for freedom had suddenly been aroused.

He rose softly from his chair and crossed the room.