'I cannot hear.' And she began to fumble with the ribbon of her mask.
'Only this, Mademoiselle,' I answered gently.

'I give your brother back his word, his parole.

From this moment he is free to go whither he pleases.

Here, where we stand, four roads meet.

That to the right goes to Montauban, where you have doubtless friends, and can lie hid for a time.