"Remember all you owe to my father--remember our talk on that bench by the river--remember what you said to me yourself on the night of the arrest--don't wait to think--save her, and leave me without a word! If I die alone, I can die as a man should; if she goes to the scaffold by my side, my heart will fail me--I shall die the death of a coward! I have lived for her life--let me die for it, and I die happy!" He tried to say more, but the violence of his agitation forbade it.

He could only shake the arm he held again and again, and point to the bench on which Rose sat--her head sunk on her bosom, her hands crossed listlessly on her lap.
"There are two armed sentinels outside--the windows are barred--you are without weapons--and even if you had them, there is a guard-house within hail on one side of you, and the tribunal on the other.

Escape from this room is impossible," answered Lomaque.
"Impossible!" repeated the other, furiously.

"You traitor! you coward! can you look at her sitting there helpless, her very life ebbing away already with every minute that passes, and tell me coolly that escape is impossible ?" In the frenzy of his grief and despair, he lifted his disengaged hand threateningly while he spoke.

Lomaque caught him by the wrist, and drew him toward a window open at the top.
"You are not in your right senses," said the chief agent, firmly; "anxiety and apprehension on your sister's account have shaken your mind.