The colour fluttered in her cheek.
"But the keys," she murmured.

And she passed her hand across her brow.
"I thought--that I had them." "He has not entered," the minister answered, "for that reason.

He is waiting at the postern, where he landed.

He came, hoping to be of use to you." She paused a moment, and when she spoke again her aspect had undergone a subtle change.

Her head was high, a flush had risen to her cheeks, her eyes were bright.
"Then," she said, addressing La Tribe, "do you, Monsieur, go to him, and pray him in my name to retire to St.Gilles, if he can do so without peril.