Her face, white and eager, marking something besides fear, announced that she brought news.

She closed the door behind her, and in a moment it was told.
"Monsieur can escape, if he is quick," she cried in a low tone; and they saw that she trembled with excitement.

"They are at supper.

But he must be quick! He must be quick!" "Is not the door guarded ?" "It is, but--" "And he knows! Your mistress says that he knows that I am here." For a moment Javette looked startled.

"It is possible," she muttered.
"But he has gone out." Madame Carlat clapped her hands.