"Hope, Anne! Come! Come! Do not let us lose another instant.

If he be alive let us join him!" The old woman tried to detain us, but in vain.

Nay, pitying us, and fearing, I think, that we were rushing on our deaths, she cast aside her caution, and called after us aloud.

We took no heed, running after Croisette, who had not waited for our answer, as fast as young limbs could carry us down the street.

The exhaustion we had felt a moment before when all seemed lost be it remembered that we had not been to bed or tasted food for many hours--fell from us on the instant, and was clean gone and forgotten in the joy of this respite.