CHAPTER NINETEEN.
THE COURTYARD OF THE CONCIERGERIE.
"Hush!" said Captain Lestrange, before I could utter a word.

"The ladies are not safe here; they are marked down by the spies.

They must escape at once." "My lady is still in a faint," said I.
"Faint or no, she must come.

Tell them I am here." He spoke as a soldier with authority; and a pang of jealousy smote me as I looked at his handsome presence in spite of its disguise.
I went to my lady's room and announced him.

She lay half stupified, with her eyes open, her bosom heaving, and a choking sob in her throat.
Miss Kit kneeled at the bedside and held her hand.
Both were too numb and dazed to express much amazement at the news I brought; and when Captain Lestrange followed me in, no breath was wasted on empty greetings.
"I lodge in an attic six houses away.