"Do you know ?" "I wish I did know," the young man answered peevishly.

"To Niort, it may be.

Or presently he will double back and recross the Loire." "He would have gone by Cholet to Niort," La Tribe said.

"The direction is rather that of Rochelle.

God grant we be bound thither!" "Or to Vrillac," the Countess cried, clasping her hands in the darkness.
"Can it be to Vrillac he is going ?" The minister shook his head.
"Ah, let it be to Vrillac!" she cried, a thrill in her voice.