She provoked the mob of the street, wilfully, just at the very moment when she reached M.Deroulede's door.
She meant to appeal to his chivalry, and called for help, well knowing that he would respond." She spoke rapidly and excitedly now, throwing off all shyness and reserve.

Blakeney was forced to check her vehemence, which might have been thought "suspicious" by some idle citizen unpleasantly inclined.
"Well?
And now ?" he asked, for the young girl had paused, as if ashamed of her excitement.
"And now she stays in the house, on and on, day after day," continued Anne Mie, speaking more quietly, though with no less intensity.

"Why does she not go?
She is not safe in France.

She belongs to the most hated of all the classes--the idle, rich aristocrats of the old regime.
Paul has several times suggested plans for her emigration to England.
Madame Deroulede, who is an angel, loves her, and would not like to part from her, but it would be obviously wiser for her to go, and yet she stays.

Why ?" "Presumably because ..." "Because she is in love with Paul ?" interrupted Anne Mie vehemently.
"No, no; she does not love him--at least--Oh! sometimes I don't know.
Her eyes light up when he comes, and she is listless when he goes.