"Through my closet! Once in the yard they may pass out through the stables." "Which way ?" Tignonville asked impatiently.

"Don't stand looking at me, but--" "Through this door!" Madame Carlat answered, hurrying to it.
He was following when the Countess stepped forward and interposed between him and the door.
"Stay!" she cried; and there was not one who did not notice a new decision in her voice, a new dignity in her bearing.

"Stay, Monsieur, we may be going too fast.

To go out now and in that guise--may it not be to incur greater peril than you incur here?
I feel sure that you are in no danger of your life at present.

Therefore, why run the risk--" "In no danger, Madame!" he cried, interrupting her in astonishment.