foreboding. She sat by the hearth, whose fitful light at times passed over her features. Her long black hair, which, loosened, fell even to her feet, was like a shroud, whence her pale face glanced forth—abandoned by the hope and the bloom of youth.
A slight noise at one of the windows aroused her from her gloomy reverie, and, looking up, she saw that some one was standing before it. The wretched catch at hope, however improbable. Was it possible that Evelyn had effected his escape? But, good God! the danger of such an ascent! She sprang to the casement, unfastened it—and sank back, for she gazed upon a stranger.
The page, who mistook her paleness for fear, exclaimed eagerly, "Do not be alarmed, lady: I come from Madame de Soissons, who is most anxious to know your pleasure. This note will explain all:" and he drew forth a little scroll, and gave it to Francesca, whose hand trembled so that at first she could not break the seal. Louis observed her agitation, and, with a thoughtful kindness beyond his years, led her to a seat, drew the lamp towards her, and then occupied himself with gathering together the brands of the decaying fire.
