The shrieks of the howling mob once more resounded close to her ears.

It seemed as if they had surrounded him.

She wondered what was happening, and marvelled how he dared to face that awful crowd alone.
The room into which she had entered was gay and cheerful-looking with its dainty chintz hangings and graceful, elegant pieces of furniture.
The young girl looked up, as a kindly voice said to her, from out the depths of a capacious armchair: "Come in, come in, my dear, and close the door behind you! Did those wretches attack you?
Never mind.

Paul will speak to them.

Come here, my dear, and sit down; there's no cause now for fear." Without a word the young girl came forward.