"Madame!" "Fie, fie, Jeanne! In time we shall be away from here." "Madame, I like it not--this house.

Something here is wrong.

We must fly!" "But, Jeanne, I am helpless.

We must wait, now." All that night and till morning of the next day they waited, alone, Dunwody not appearing, though continually old Sally brought up proofs of his solicitousness.

At last there came the sound of hoofs on the gravel road, and there alighted at the door, dust-covered and weary, old Eleazar and Jamieson, the doctor of St.
Genevieve.