"What will you do ?" Madame de Pavannes murmured, standing pale and trembling by the hearth, and looking from one to another.

Croisette plucked my sleeve before I could answer, and pointed to the box-bed with its scanty curtains.

"If they see us in the room," he urged softly, "while they are half in and half out, they will give the alarm.

Let us hide ourselves yonder.

When they are inside--you understand ?" He laid his hand on his dagger.