"Have no fear, dear, all will go well." "If they have faith and hold out," the aged woman replied, listening to the strange medley of sounds that rose to them.
"They will, they will," Anne faltered.
"But there is need of every one!" "They are gone, dear," the girl answered, repressing a sob with difficulty.

"We are alone in the house." "So it should be," Madame Royaume replied, with sternness.

"The man to the wall, the maid to the pall! It was ever so!" A low cry burst from Anne's lips.

"God forbid!" she wailed.

"God forbid! God have mercy!" The next moment she could have bitten out her tongue; she knew that such words and such a cry were of all others the most likely to excite her patient.