"Give thanks to love," she continued; and her hand, now more powerful, raised him to the throne.

The people still shouted.

He bowed low to kiss that helping hand, that adored hand; it was the hand of the executioner! "Oh, heavens!" exclaimed Cinq-Mars, as, heaving a deep sigh, he opened his eyes.

A flickering lamp lighted the ruinous chamber of the inn; he again closed his eyes, for he had seen, seated on his bed, a woman, a nun, young and beautiful! He thought he was still dreaming, but she grasped his hand firmly.

He opened his burning eyes, and fixed them upon her.
"Is it you, Jeannede Belfiel?
The rain has drenched your veil and your black hair! Why are you here, unhappy woman ?" "Hark! awake not my Urbain; he sleeps there in the next room.