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WEMJ4S1UY, MAf Sho reminded me of our cousin, being, like her, pale and dark-haired. She wore her hair-in a coronet, disordered now. But though she was still beautiful, she was older than Kit, and lacked her pliant grace. I saw all this, and judging her nature, 1 spoke out of my despair. "Madame," I said, piteously, "we arc boys. Croisette! Come up!" Squeezing myself still more tightly into my corner of the ledge, I made room for him between us. "See, madame," I cried, craftily, "will you not have pity on three boys?" St. Croix's boyish face and fair bnir arrested her attention, as I had expected. Her expression grew softer, end she murmured: "Poor boy!" 1 caught at the oppout unity. "We do but seek a passage through your room," 1 said, fervently. Good heavens, what had we not at stake! What if nhe should remain obdurate? "Wo are in trouble—in despair,'' I panted. "So, I believe, are you. We will help you if you will first save us. We are boys k but we can light for you.' 1 "Whom am I to trust?" she exclaimed, with a shudder. "But heaven forbid," she continued, her eyes on Croisette's face, "that, wanting help, I should refuse to give it. Come in, if you will." I poured out my thanks, and had forced my head between the bars—at imminent risk of its remaining there— before the words were well out of her mouth. But to enter was no easy task after all. Croisette did, indeed,squeeze through at last, and then by force pulled first one and then the other of us after him. But only necessity and that chasm behind could have nerved us, I think, to go through a process so painful. When I stood, at length, on the floor, I seemed to be one great abrasion from head to foot. And before a lady, too! But what a joy I felt, nevertheless. A fig for Boxers now. He had called us boys; and we were boys. But he should yet find that we could thwart him. It could scarcely be half an hour after midnight; we might still bo in time. I stretched myself and trod the level floor jubilantly, and then noticed, while doing so, that our hostess had retreated to the xloor and was eyeing us timidly—half scared. I advanced to her with my lowest bow—r-sadly missing my sword. "Mad-- ame," I said, ','1 am i\f. Anne de Caylus, and these are my brothers. We are at your service." "And I'," she replied, smiling faintly —I do not know why—"am Mme. de Pavannes. I gratefully accept your offers of service." "De Pavannes?" I exclaimed, amazed and overjoyed. Mme. de Pavannes! Why, she must be Louis' kinswoman! No doubt sho could tell us where he was lodged, and so rid our task of half its difficulty. Could anything have fallen out more happily? "You know then M. Louis de Pavannes?" I continued eagerly. "Certainly," she answered, smiling with a rare shy sweetness this time. "Very well, indeed. He is my husband." CHAPTER V. A. riUKST AND A WOMAN. "He is my husband!" The statement was made in the purest innocence; yet never, as may well be imagined, did words fall with more stunning force. Not one of us answered, or, I believe, moved so much as a limb or an eyelid. We only stared, wanting time to take in the astonishing meaning of the words, and then more time to think what they meant to us in particular. Louis de Pnvannes' wife! Louis de Pavannes married! If the statement were true—and we could not doubt, looking in her face, that at least tihe thought she was telling the truth—it meant that we had been fooled indeed! That we had had this journey for nothing, and run this risk 1'or a villain. It meant that the Louis de Pavannes who had won our boyish admiration was the meanest, the vilest of court* gallants. That Mile, de Caylus had been his sport and plaything. And that we in trying to be beforehand with Bezers had been striving to save a scoundrel from Ws due. It meant all that as soon as we grasped it in the least. "Madame," said Croisette, gravely, after a pause so prolonged that hef smile faded pitifully from her face, scared by our strange Jooks, "your husband has been some time away from you? He- only returned, J think, « week or two ngo?" "That is so," she answered, naively, and our last hope vanished. "But what of that? He was back with m' e again, and only yesterday—only yes* terdayt" she continued, clasping hey hands, "we were so happy." "And now, raadame?" Sho 'ooked at me, not comprehending- "I mean," \ hastened to explain* "we do. not understand how you come to be here. And, a, prisoner." I was really thinking that her story might throw some light upou, ours, "I do not fen,ow, myself," she said, ^esteyd.ay, in, the afternoon, 1,pai<| a, *% "% * "' i "Pardon me," Croisette interposed quickly, "but are you not of the new faith? A Huguenot?" "Oh, yes," she answered, eagerly. "But the abbess is a very clear friend of mine, and no bigot. Oh, nothing of that kind, I assure you. When I am in Paris I visit her once a week Yesterday, when I left her, she begged me to call here and deliver a message." "Then," 1 said, "you know this house?" "Very well, indeed," she replied. "It is the sign of the 'Hand and Glove,' one door out of the Hue Platriehe. I have been in Master Mirepoix's shop more than once before. I came here yesterday to deliver the message, leaving my maid in the street, and I was asked to come Upstairs, and still up until I reached this room. Asked to wait a moment, 1 began to <hink it strange that I should be brought to so wretched a, place, when I had merely a message for Mirepoix's car about some gauntlets. I tried the door; I found it was locked. Then I was terrified, and made a noise." We all nodded. We were busy building up theories—or it might be one and the same theory—to explain this. "Yes," I said, eagerly. "Mirepoix came to me then. 'What docs this mean?' I demanded. He looked ashamed of himself, but he barred my way. 'Only this,' he paid, at last, 'that your ladyship must remain here a few hours—two days at most. No harm whatever is intended to you, My wife will wait upon you, and when yon leave us all shall be explained.' He svould say no more, and it was in vain that I asked him if he did not take me for some one else; if he thought I was mad. To all he answered: 'No.' And when I dared him to detain me he threatened force. Then I succumbed. T have been here since, suspecting I know not what, but fearing everything." "That is ended, madame," I answered, my hand on my breast, my soul in arms for her. Here, unless I was mistaken, was one more unhappy and more deeply wronged even than Kit; one too who owed her misery to the same villain. "Were there nine glovers on the stairs," I declared- roundly, "we would take you out and take you home! 'Where are j'our husband's apartments?" •?' "In the Kue de Saint Merri, close to .the church. We have a house there." "M. de Pavannes," I suggested, cunningly, "is doubtless distracted by your disappearance." "Oh, surely," she answered, with earnest simplicity, while the tears sprang to her eyes. Her innocence—she had not the germ of a suspicion—made me grind my teeth with Wrath. Oh, the base wretch! The miserable rascal! What did the women see, I wondered— what had we all seen in this man, -this J'iivannes, that won for him our hearts, when he had only a stone to give in return? I drew Croisette and Marie aside apparently to consider how we might force the door. "What is the meaning of this?" I said, softly, glancing at the unfortunate lady. "What do you think, Croisette?" I knew well what the answer would be. "Think!" he cried, with fiery impatience. • "What can anyone think except that that villainPavanneshas himself planned his wife's abduction ? Of course it is so! His wife out of the way, he is free to follow up his in- tiigues at Caylus. He may then marry Kit or— Curse him!" "No," I said, sternly, "cursing is no good. We must do something more. And yet— we have promised Kit, you see, that we would save him—we must keep our word, We must save him from Bezers, at least." Marie groaned. But Croisette took up the thought with ardor. "From Bezers?" he cried, his face aglow. "Ay, true! So we must! But then we will draw lots, who shall fight him and kill him." I extinguished him by a look, "We shall fight him in turn," I said, "until one of us kill him, There you are right, But your turn comes last- Lots indeed! We have no need of Jots to learn, which is the eldest," I was turning from him—having very properly crushed him—to look for something which we could use to force the door, when fee held up his hand to arrest my attention, We listened, looking at one another, Through the window came unmistakable sounds of voices, "They have discovered our flight," I said, my heart sinking, Luckily we had the forethought to draw the curtain across the casement* Be?ers f people could, therefore, from their windows, see nq more than ours, dimly lighted and, indistinct, Yet they would, no, doubt, guess the way we had escaped, an<J hasten, to cut off our retreat below, 3?or a moment I looked at the tippy pf our room,,half? minded to attaclf it, a»4 fight our way out, taking 1 the chance of reaching' the street before Bezers' folk should have recovered from their surprise an4 gone down. But then J looked at madame. How could we insure her safety in the struggle? White I hesitated the choice vyijS taken from. us. We heard yoici?s m tfes.bsja jeJp.Wi an4,hjea.VY- feet on the stairs. We were between two fifes. 1 glanced Irresolutely round the bftfe garret, with its sloping roof, searching for a better weapon. 1 hacl only /ny dagger. But in vain. I saw nothing that would serve. "What will you do?" Mine, de Pavannes murmured, standing pale and trembling by the hearth, and looking from one to another. Croisette plucked my sleeve before I cotiltl answer, and pointed to the box bed with its scanty curtains. "If they see TIS in the room," he urged, softly, "while they are half in and half out, they will give the alarm. Let us hide, ourselves yonder. When they are inside—you understand ?" He laid his hand on his dagger. The muscles of the lad's face grew tense. I did understand him. "Madame," 1 said quickly, "you will not betray us?" She shook her head. The color returned to her cheek and the brightness to her eyes. She was a true woman. The senpe that she was protecting others deprived her of fear for herself. The footsteps were on the topmost stair now, and a key was thrust with a rasping sound into the lock. But be^ fore it could be turned—it fortunately fitted ill—we three had jumped on the bed and were crouching in a row at the head of it, where the curtains of the alcove concealed, and only just concealed, us from anyone standing at the end o£ the room near the door. I was the outermost, and through a chink could see what passed. One, two, three people came in, and the door was closed behind them. Three people, and one of them a woman! My heart—which had been in my motith —returned to its place, for the vidame was not one. I breathed freely; only I dared not communicate my relief to the others, lest my voice should bo heard. The first to come in was the woman, closely cloaked and hooded. Mme. de Pavannes cast on her a single doxibtful glance, and then to my astonishment, threw herself into her arms, mingling her sobs with little joyous cries of ''Oh, Diane! oh Diane!" "My poor little one!" the newcomer exclaimed, soothing her with tender touches on hair and shoulder. "You are safe now. Quite .safe!" "You have come to take me away?" "Of course we have .'"Diane answered cheerfully, still caressing her. "We come to take you to your husband. He has been searching for you everywhere. He is distracted with grief, little one." "Poor Louis!" ejaculated the wife. "Poor Louis, indeed!" the rfiscuer answered. "But you will sec him soon. We only learned at midnight where you were. You have to thank M. le Coadjuteur here for that. He brought me the news, and at once escorted me here to fetch you." "And to restore one sister to another," said the priest silkily, as he advanced a step. He was the very same priest whom I had seen two hours before with. Bezers, and had so greatly disliked. I hated his pale face as much now as I had then. Even the errand of good on which he had come could not blind me to his thin-lipped mouth, to his mock humility and crafty eyes. "I have hacl no task so pleasant for many days," added he, with every appearance of a desire to propitiate. 'But, seemingly, Mme. de Pavannes had something of the same feeling towards him which I had myself; for she started at the sound of his voice, and disengaging herself from her sister's arms—it seemed it was her sister —shrank back from the pair. She bowed indeed in acknowledgment of his word,' but there was little gratitude in the movement, and less warmth. I saw the sister's face—a brilliantly beautiful face it was—brighter eyes and lips and more lovely auburn hair I have never seen—even Kit would have been plain and dowdy beside her—I saw it harden strangely. A moment before the two had been in one another's arms. Now they stood apart, somehow chilled and disillusioned. The shadow of the priest had fallen upon them— had come between them. At this crisis the fourth person present asserted himself. Hitherto ho had stood silent just within the door—a plain man, plainly dressed, somewhat over GO and gray-haired. He looked disconcerted and embarrassed, and I took him for Mirepoix—rightly as it turned out. "I am sure," he now exclaimed, his voice trembling with anxiety, or it might be with fear, "your ladyship will regret leaving here! You will indeed! No harm would have happened to you. Mme, d'O does not know what she is doing, or she would not take you away. She does not know what she is doing!" he repeated, earnestly, "Mme, d'O!" cried the beautiful Diane, her brown eyes darting fire at the unlucky culprit, her voice full of angry disdain. "How dare you—such as you—mention my name? Wretch!" She flung the last word at him, and the priest took it up. "Ay, wretch! Wretched man indeed! 1 ' he repeated, slowly, stretching out hia long 1 thin hand and laying Jt like the claw o| gome bird, pi prey on "the tra4esman,'s shpulder, which flinched/ J saw, un,4er the tough, "How dare you—puch as you-—meddle witfe matters of the no- Matterf tfeat dp. npt concern. Jou? Trouble! I see trouble hanging over this house, Mir'epoixl Much trouble!" . The miserable fellow trembled visibly under the covert threat. His face grew pale. His lips quivered. He seemed fascinated by the priest's gaze. "I am a faithful son of the church," ho muttered; but his voice shook so that the .words were scarcely audible. "I am known to be such! None better known in Paris, M. Ifc Coadjuteur." "Men are loiown by their works!" the priest retorted. "Now, now," he cotimied, abruptly, raising his voice and lifting his hand in a kind of exaltation, real or feigned, "is the appointed time! And now is the day of salvation! And woe, Mirepoix, woe! woe! to the backslider, and to him that putteth his hand to the plow and looketh back to-night!" The layman cowered and shrank before his fierce denunciation; while Mine, de Pavannes gazed from one to the other as if her dislike for the priest were so great that seeing the two thus quarreling, she almost forgave Mirepoix his offense. "Mirepoix said he could explain," she murmured, irresolutely. The coadjutor fixed his baleful eyes on him. "Mirepoix," he said, grimly, "can explain nothing! Nothing! I dare him to explain!" And certainly Mirepoix. thus challenged, was silent. "Come," the priest continued, peremptorily, turning to the lady who had entered with him, '•your sister must leave with us at once. Wo have no time to lose." "But what—what does it mean?" Mme. de Pavannes said, as though she hesitated even now. "Is there danger still?" "Danger!" Ihe priest exclaimed, his form seeming to swell, and ex- r.ltntion I had before read in his voice and manner again asserting itself. "I put myself at your service, madame, and danger disappears! I am as God to-night with powers of life and death! You do not understand me? Presently you shall. But you are ready. We will go then. Out of the way, fellow!" he thundered, advancing upon the door. But Mirepoix, who had placed himself with his back to it. to my astonishment did not. give way. His full bour- geoise face was pale; yet peeping through my chink, I read in it a desperate resolution. And oddly—very oddly, because I knew that, in keeping Mme. de Pavannes a prisoner, he must be in the wrong—I sympathized with him. Low-bred trader, tool of Pav- annes though he was, I sympathized with him, when he said firmly: "She shall not po!" "I say she shall!" the priest shrieked, losing all control over himself. "Fool! Madman! You know nob what you do!" As the words passed his lips, he made an adroit forward movment, surprised the other, clutched him by the arms, and with a strength I should never have thought lay in his meager frame, flung him some paces into the room. "Fool!" he hissed, shaking his crooked fingers at him in malignant Vriumph. "There is no man in Paris, flo you hear— or woman either—shall thwart me to-night.'" "Is that so? Indeed?" The words, and the cold, cynical voice, were not those of Mirepoix; they came from behind. The priest wheeled round, as if he had been stabbed in the back. I clutched Croisette, and arrested the cramped limb I was moving under cover of the noise. The speaker was Bezers! He stood in the open doorway, his great form filling it from post to post, the old gibing smile on his face. We had been so taken up, actors and audience alike, with the altercation, that no one had heard him ascend the stairs. He still wore the black and silver suit, but it was half- hidden now under a dark riding cloak which just, disclosed the glitter of his weapons. He was booted, spurred and gloved as for a journey. "Is that so?" he repeated mockingly, as his gaze rested in turn on each of the four, and then traveled sharply round the room. "So you will not be thwarted by any man in Paris, to-night, eh? Have you considered, my dear coadjutor, what a large number of people there are in Paris ? It would amuse me very great! j'now—and I'm sure it would the* ladies too, who must pardon my abrupt entrance—to see you put to the test; pitted against—shall we say the duke of Anjou? Or M, de Guise, our great man? C*r the admiral? Say the admiral foot to foot?" Uage and fear—rage at the intrusion, fear of the intruder—struggled in the priest's face. "How do you come here, and what do you want?" he inquired, hoarsely. If looks and tones could kill, we three, trembling behind our flimsy screen, had been freed that moment from our enemy. "I have come in search of the young birds whose necks you were for stretching, my friend," was Bezers' answer. "They have vanished. Birds they must be, for unless they have come into this house by that window, they have flown away with wings." "They have not passed this, way," the priest declared stoutly, eager only to get rid, of the other—and I blessed him for the words! "I have been here since I left you," But the vidame was not one to acr oept any man's statement. "Thank you; | i-hink I will,see for myself," be answered, coolly, "Madame," he continued, speaking to Mme. de Pavau- nes a§ he gassed her, "permit me." He diet not look at her, or see her emotion, or J think he must have divined p : ur presence. And happily the others di4 not suspect her of knowing more tjifltt they 4>4. Be crossed the jp.oor at hJs leisure, and sauatered to the window watched: by them with impatience, Jte drew aside the curtain, and tried each, o| the bars, and peered through^ the Qp,ening,both up a»d down. An oatfc aj?4 an expression of wonder escaped, Jbim. The bars were steading, autj firnj and, gtfopg 1 ; and it did »Qt occur to Ijijjft tJjaji wf could, have between them, I am afraid to say how few inches they were npnrt. As he turned he cast a casual glance at the bed—at us; nml hesitated. He had the caudle in his hand, having taken it to the window the better to examine the bars; ami it obscured his sight. He did not, see us. Tho throe crouching forms, the strained white faces, tho starting eyes, that lurked in the shadow of tho curtain escaped him. The wild beating of our hearts did not reach his cars. And it was well for him that it was so. If he had come up to the bed 1 think we should have killed him, 1 know that we should have tried. All the blood in me had gone to my head, and 1 saw him through u haze—larger them life. The exact spot near the buckle of his cloak where 1 would strike hirn, downwards and inwards, a.n inch above the collar-bone—this only I saw clearly. I could not have missed it. But he turned away, his face darkening, and went back to the group near the door, and never knew the risk he had run. \mmmmmmmmmn CIIAPTEK VI. MAUAME'rt FRIGHT. And we breathed again. The agony c.f suspense, which Bezers' pause had created, passed away. But the iiight already seemed to us a week of uignts. An age of experience, an aeon of adventures cut us csfE—as we lay shaking behind the curtain—from Caylus and its life. Paris had proved itself more treacherous than we had ever expected to find it. Everything and everyone shifted, and wore one face one minute and one another. We had come to save Pavannes' life at the risk of our own; we found him to be a villain! Here was Mirepoix;' Iiimselia treacherous wretch, u conspirator against a woman; we sympathized with him. The priest had come upon a work of charity and rescue; we loathed the sound of his voice, and shrank from him, we knew not why, Bceming only to read a dark secret, a gloomy threat in each doubtful word he uttered. He was the strangest enigma of all. Why did we fear him? Why did Mme. de Pavannes, who apparently had known him before, shudder at the touch of his hand? Why did his shadow come even between her and her sister, and estrange them, so that from the'moment Pavannes' wife saw him standing by Diane's side, she forgot that the latter had come to save, and looked on her in doubt and sorrow, almost with, repugnance. We left the vidame going back to the fireplace. He stooped to set down the candle by the . hearth. "They arc not here," lie said, as he straightened himself again, and looked curiously at his companions. He had apparently been too much taken up with the pursuit to notice them before. "That is certain, so I have the less time to lose," he continued. "But I would—yes, my clear coadjutor, I certainly would like to know before I go what you are doing here. Mirepoix—Mirepoix is an honest man. I did not expect, to fiml you in his house. And two ladies? Two! Tie, coadjutor. Ha, Mme. J'O. is it? My dear lady," he continued, addressing her in a whimsical tone, "do not start at the sound of your own name! It would take a hundred hoods to hide your eyes or bleach your lips to the common color; I should have known you at once, had I looked at you. And your companion ? Pheugh!" He broke off', whistling softly. It was clear that he recognized Mme. de Pavannes, and recognized her with astonishment. The bed creaked as I craned my neck to see what would follow. Even the priest seemed to think that some explanation was necessary, for he did not wait to be questioned. 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