I will remain here while you rest, Michelot.

My poor fellow, you are almost as worn with your vigils as he is with the fever." "Pooh! I am strong enough, Mademoiselle," he answered.

"I will get a mouthful of food and return, for I would be by when he wakes." Then their voices sank so low that as they withdrew I caught not what was said.

The door closed softly and for a space there was silence, broken at last by a sigh above my head.

With an answering sigh I opened wide my eyes and feasted them upon the lovely face of Yvonne de Canaples, as she bent over me with a look of tenderness and pity that at once recalled to me our parting when I was arrested.
But suddenly meeting the stare of my gaze, she drew back with a half-stifled cry, whose meaning my dull wits sought not to interpret, but methought I caught from her lips the words, "Thank God!" "Where am I, Mademoiselle ?" I inquired, and the faintness of my voice amazed me.
"You know me!" she exclaimed, as though the thing were a miracle.