CHAPTER XVI.
AT CLOSE QUARTERS.
Fear leapt into Mademoiselle’s eyes, but she commanded herself. She signed to Madame Carlat to be silent, and they listened, gazing at one another, hoping against hope that the woman was mistaken. A long moment they waited, and some were beginning to breathe again, when the strident tones of Count Hannibal’s voice rolled up the staircase, and put an end to doubt. Mademoiselle grasped the table and stood supporting herself by it.
“What are we to do?” she muttered. “What are we to do?” and she turned distractedly towards the women. The courage which had supported her in her lover’s absence had abandoned her now. “If he finds him here I am lost! I am lost!”
“He will not know me,” Tignonville muttered. But he spoke uncertainly; and his gaze, shifting hither and thither, belied the boldness of his words.
Madame Carlat’s eyes flew round the room; on her for once the burden seemed to rest. Alas! the room had no second door, and the windows looked on a courtyard guarded by Tavannes’ people. And even now Count Hannibal’s step rang on the stair! his hand was almost on the latch. The woman wrung her hands; then, a thought striking her, she darted to a corner where Mademoiselle’s robes hung on pegs against the wall.
