her, some couple enjoying her confusion. To make matters worse, she presently discovered that she was the only woman in the Chamber; and she conceived the notion that she had no right to be there at that hour. At the thought her cheeks burned, her eyes dropped; the room seemed to buzz with her name, with gross words and jests, and gibes at her expense.
At last, when the situation had grown nearly unbearable, the group before the door parted, and Tignonville appeared. The girl rose with a cry of relief, and he came to her. The courtiers glanced at the two and smiled.
He did not conceal his astonishment at finding her there. “But, Mademoiselle, how is this?” he asked, in a low voice. He was as conscious of the attention they attracted as she was, and as uncertain on the point of her right to be there. “I left you in the gallery. I came back, missed you, and”
She stopped him by a gesture. “Not here!” she muttered, with suppressed impatience. “I will tell you outside. Take me—take me out, if you please, Monsieur, at once!”
He was as glad to be gone as she was to go. The group by the doorway parted; she passed through it, he followed. In a moment the two stood in the great gallery, above the Salle des Caryatides. The crowd which had paraded here an hour before was gone, and the vast echoing apartment, used at that date as a guard-room, was well-nigh empty. Only at rare intervals, in the embrasure of a window or the recess of a door, a couple talked softly. At the farther end, near the head of the staircase which led to the hall below, and the courtyard, a group of armed Swiss lounged on guard. Mademoiselle shot a keen glance up and down, then she turned to her lover, her face hot with indignation.
“Why did you leave me?” she asked. “Why did you leave me, if you could not come back at once? Do you
