But with a glance at Gentilis' door, she silenced him, and led the way through the outer door to the open air.
The hour was still early, the sun was barely risen.

Save for a sentry sleeping at his post on the ramparts, there was no one within sight, and she crossed the open space to the low wall that looked down upon the Rhone.

There, in a spot where the partly stripped branches which shaded the rampart hid them from the windows, she turned to him.

"Now," she said--there was a smouldering fire in her eyes--"if you have aught to say to me, say it.

Say it now!" He hesitated.