Put out the light." Amelie blew it out while her lover opened the window.
"Even here," she murmured; "they seek you even here!" "It is our friend and confidant, the Comte de Jayat; no one else knows where I am." Then, leaning from the balcony, he asked: "Is it you, Montbar ?" "Yes; is that you, Morgan ?" "Yes." A man came from behind a clump of trees.
"News from Paris; not an instant to lose; a matter of life and death to us all." "Do you hear, Amelie ?" Taking the young girl in his arms, he pressed her convulsively to his heart.
"Go," she said, in a faint voice, "go.

Did you not hear him say it was a matter of life and death for all of you ?" "Farewell, my Amelie, my beloved, farewell!" "Oh! don't say farewell." "No, no; au revoir!" "Morgan, Morgan!" cried the voice of the man waiting below in the garden.
The young man pressed his lips once more to Amelie's; then, rushing to the window, he sprang over the balcony at a bound and joined his friend.
Amelie gave a cry, and ran to the balustrade; but all she saw was two moving shadows entering the deepening shadows of the fine old trees that adorned the park..