Then throwing the key among the shrubs he took Virginie's hand, and led the way rapidly towards the gate, which was fortunately a strong one.
"In here, mesdemoiselles," he said to Marie, pointing to some shrubs close to the gate.

"They will rush straight to the house when the gate gives way, and we will slip out quietly." For nearly five minutes the gate, which was strongly bound with iron, resisted the attack upon it.

Then there was a crash, and a number of men with torches, and armed with muskets and pikes, poured in.
Virginie was clinging to Marie, who, whispering to her to be calm and brave, pressed the child closely to her, while Jeanne stood quiet and still by the side of Harry, looking through the bushes.
Some twenty men entered, and a minute later there was the sound of battering at the door through which the fugitives had sallied out.
"Now," Harry said, "let us be going." Emerging from the shelter, a few steps took them to the gate, and stepping over the door, which lay prostrate on the ground, they turned into the lane.
"Let us run," Harry said; "we must get out of this lane as soon as possible.

We are sure to have the mob here before long, and should certainly be questioned." They hurried down the lane, took the first turning away from the house, and then slackened their pace.

Presently they heard a number of footsteps clattering on the pavement; but fortunately they reached another turning before the party came up.