"I know not by what chance you came where I saw you an hour gone, nor by what chance you came by that and that"-- pointing with accusing finger to the badges the Huguenot wore.

"But this I know! I have but to cry your name from yonder casement, nay, Monsieur, I have but to stand aside when the mob go their rounds from house to house, as they will go presently, and you will perish as certainly as you have hitherto escaped!" For the second time Mademoiselle turned and looked at him.
"Then," she whispered, with white lips, "to what end this--mockery ?" "To the end that seven lives may be saved, Mademoiselle," he answered, bowing.
"At a price ?" she muttered.
"At a price," he answered.

"A price which women do not find it hard to pay--at Court.

'Tis paid every day for pleasure or a whim, for rank or the _entree_, for robes and gewgaws.

Few, Mademoiselle, are privileged to buy a life; still fewer, seven!" She began to tremble.