"Come!" He moved with her under the impulse of her hand until they stood at the gaping window.

The murmur, which he had heard indistinctly a moment before, had grown to a roar of voices.

The mob, on its return eastward along the Rue St.Honore, was nearing the house.

He stood, his arm supporting her, and they waited, a little within the window.

Suddenly he stooped, his face hardly less white than hers: their eyes met; he would have kissed her.
She did not withdraw from his arm, but she drew back her face, her eyes half shut.
"No!" she murmured.