"Mademoiselle! Clotilde!" he cried with passion, "for the last time, listen to me, come with me.

Be persuaded!" "Hush!" Madame Carlat interposed again, and turned a scared face on them.
"It is no messenger! It is Tavannes himself: I know his voice." And she wrung her hands.

"_Oh, mon Dieu, mon Dieu_, what are we to do ?" she continued, panic-stricken.

And she looked all ways about the room..