I will wait here and watch for you.

So long as I know you are close by me I do not fear to lose you.
Go, dear, and come back quickly." Amelie answered with a kiss.

Then she ran hastily up to her room, took the little coffer of carved oak clamped with iron, her treasury, which contained her lover's letters from first to last, unfastened from the mirror above her bed the white and virginal chaplet that hung there; put into her belt a watch her father had given her, and passed into her mother's bedchamber.

There she stooped and kissed the pillow where her mother's head had lain, knelt before the Christ at the foot of the bed, began a thanksgiving she dared not finish, changed it to a prayer, and then suddenly stopped--she fancied she heard Charles calling her.
She listened and heard her name a second time, uttered in a tone of agony she could not understand.

She quivered, sprang to her feet, and ran rapidly down the stairs.
"What is it ?" cried Amelie, seizing the young man's hand.
"Listen, listen!" said he.
Amelie strained her ears to catch the sound which seemed to her like musketry.