The bed creaked as I craned my neck to see what would follow.

Even the priest seemed to think that some explanation was necessary, for he did not wait to be questioned.
"Madame de Pavannes," he said in a dry, husky voice, and without looking up, "was spirited hither yesterday; and detained against her will by this good man, who will have to answer for it.

Madame d'O discovered her whereabouts, and asked me to escort her here without loss of time to enforce her sister's release." "And her restoration to her distracted husband ?" "Just so," the priest assented, acquiring confidence, I thought.
"And Madame desires to go ?" "Surely! Why not ?" "Well," the Vidame drawled, his manner such as to bring the blood to Madame de Pavannes' cheek, "it depends on the person who--to use your phrase, M.le Coadjuteur--spirited her hither." "And that," Madame herself retorted, raising her head, while her voice quivered with indignation and anger, "was the Abbess of the Ursulines.
Your suspicions are base, worthy of you and unworthy of me, M.le Vidame! Diane!" she continued sharply, taking her sister's arm, and casting a disdainful glance at Bezers, "let us go.

I want to be with my husband.

I am stifled in this room." "We are going, little one," Diane murmured reassuringly.