She was kept there! Who kept her there ?" "The Abbess of the Ursulines seems to have been at the bottom of it," I explained, fretting with impatience.

This wonder was misplaced, I thought; and time was passing.

"Madame d'O found out where she was," I continued, "and took her home, and then sent me to fetch you, hearing you had crossed the river.

That is the story in brief." "That woman sent you to fetch me ?" he repeated again.
"Yes," I answered angrily.

"She did, M.de Pavannes." "Then," he said slowly, and with an air of solemn conviction which could not but impress me, "there is a trap laid for me! She is the worst, the most wicked, the vilest of women! If she sent you, this is a trap! And my wife has fallen into it already! Heaven help her--and me--if it be so!".