Obviously she had been quite unable to rest, her hair was falling loosely over her shoulders, and there was a look of grave anxiety on her young face.
"Juliette," said Marguerite in a hurried whisper, the moment she had closed the door behind her and she and the young girl were alone, "I am going to France to be near my husband.

He has gone to meet that fiend in a duel which is nothing but a trap, set to capture him, and lead him to his death.

I want you to be of help to me, here in my house, in my absence." "I would give my life for you, Lady Blakeney," said Juliette simply, "is it not HIS since he saved it ?" "It is only a little presence of mind, a little coolness and patience, which I will ask of you, dear," said Marguerite.

"You of course know who your rescuer was, therefore you will understand my fears.

Until to-night, I had vague doubts as to how much Chauvelin really knew, but now these doubts have naturally vanished.