De Lescure and Henri had both stood still for a moment, after having been made to comprehend that an immediate attack was about to be made on the chateau, but it was only for a moment.
"We must carry them through the wood, Charles," said Henri, whispering.
"It is our only chance." "True--true," said de Lescure.

"Turn the oxen, Francois, turn them back through the yard into the farm-road, and then keep to the left into the wood.

We will meet you at the seven limes." "Take Victorine out through the garden," said Henri to his cousin, who was now hurrying into the house, "and through the iron gate.

I saw the other day that the key was in it, and we can turn it.

I tried it myself.
I will bring Marie after you." Henri stayed a moment to assist in turning the cumbrous waggon, and ran back to open the farm gates.
"Close the gates after you, Francois," said he, "and put the tressels close against them.