Dimly he could see her face through the dusk.

Her eyes were on the door, and she breathed quickly.
A moment or two passed in this way, and then from the hurly-burly in the gateway the footsteps of two men--one limped--detached themselves and came nearer and nearer.

They stopped without.

A gleam of light shone under the door, and some one knocked.
She went to the door, and, withdrawing the bar, stepped quickly back to the bedside, where for an instant the light borne by those who entered blinded her.

Then, above the lanthorn, the faces of La Tribe and Bigot broke upon her, and their shining eyes told her that they bore good news.
It was well, for the men seemed tongue-tied.