The sound grew in intensity, even while she listened; and yet for a moment she misunderstood him.

"O God!" she cried, out of the agony of nerves overwrought, "will that bell never stop?
Will it never stop?
Will no one stop it ?" "'Tis not the bell!" he cried, seizing her hand as if to focus her attention.

"It is the mob you hear.

They are returning.

We have but to stand a moment at this open window, we have but to show ourselves to them, and we need live no longer! Mademoiselle! Clotilde!--if you mean what you say, if you are in earnest, the way is open!" "And we shall die--together!" "Yes, together.