Mademoiselle looked at me, and I at her woman.

'The door!' I muttered.

'Is it locked ?' 'And bolted!' Fanchette answered; 'and a great chest set against it.

Let them ramp; they will do no harm for a bit.' 'Then you have still time, mademoiselle,' I whispered, retreating a step and laying my hand on the curtain before the window.

Perhaps I affected greater coolness than I felt.