She had not disclosed the discovery to Olive, but she had hardly closed her eyes the whole night.
The step behind her now might be the fall of that very shoe.

She quickened her pace, but did not leave the sound behind.

She hurried forward almost at a run; yet it was still there--no farther, no nearer.
Two frights were upon her at once--one for herself, another for Olive, left alone in the house; but she had but the one prayer--"God protect my child!" After a fearful time she reached a place of safety, the cathedral.

There, panting, she knelt long enough to know the pursuit was, at least, suspended, and then arose, hoping and praying all the saints that she might find the way clear for her return in all haste to Olive.
She approached a different door from that by which she had entered, her eyes in all directions and her heart in her throat.
"Madame Carraze." She started wildly and almost screamed, though the voice was soft and mild.

Monsieur Vignevielle came slowly forward from the shade of the wall.