Madeline raised her head from the ground, she looked at Madame D'Alembert,—she looked from her, and beheld Lubin.
"Gracious heaven! (cried she) do I dream or have I been in a frightful dream from which you have just awakened me?"
"My dearest girl, (said Madame D'Alembert) what has alarmed you?"
"Alarmed me? (repeated Madeline, wildly staring at her) Oh, heavens! surely it is but an instant ago since I saw the poignard of the murderer raised against me?"
"You terrify me," exclaimed her friend.
"Terrify you, (repeated Madeline, starting from the ground) Oh, let us fly this dreadful place directly, for even now perhaps our lives may be in danger."
"Don't be frightened, Mademoiselle, (cried Lubin) I am not unarmed."
"You strike me with horror, (said Madame D'Alembert) and take from me the power of moving: tell me what danger it is we have to apprehend, for no trace of any
