"What is it ?" he asked his people, who had all rushed out into the courtyard.
They answered that they heard nothing further.
"Well, well," said the Abbe, "make no noise." He then shut the window, and put his hands before his eyes.
"Ah, what a cry was that, my son!" he said, with his face of an ashy paleness--"what a cry! It pierced my very soul; some calamity has happened.

Ah, holy Virgin! it has so agitated me that I can talk with you no more.

Why did I hear it, just as I was speaking to you of your future career?
My dear child, may God bless you! Kneel!" Cinq-Mars did as he was desired, and knew by a kiss upon his head that he had been blessed by the old man, who then raised him, saying: "Go, my son, the time is advancing; they might find you with me.

Go, leave your people and horses here; wrap yourself in a cloak, and go; I have much to write ere the hour when darkness shall allow me to depart for Italy." They embraced once more, promising to write to each other, and Henri quitted the house.

The Abby, still following him with his eyes from the window, cried: "Be prudent, whatever may happen," and sent him with his hands one more paternal blessing, saying, "Poor child! poor child!".