She reproached herself for her fears.
Doubtless he was indisposed, or perhaps he would come still.

Ha! there was the sound of an opening door and of a quick step in her ante-room.
Was it he, or at least his messenger with a note from him?
But no, it was her brother, with the haggard eyes and drawn face of a man who is weighed down with his own evil tidings.

He turned as he entered, fastened the door, and then striding across the room, locked the other one which led to her boudoir.
"We are safe from interruption," he panted.

"I have hastened here, for every second may be invaluable.

Have you heard anything from the king ?" "Nothing." She had sprung to her feet, and was gazing at him with a face which was as pale as his own.
"The hour has come for action, Francoise.