It had served its purpose.

Marguerite knew now that she must not even think of escape for herself, or hope for safety for the man she loved.

Of Chauvelin's talk of a bargain which would touch Percy's honour she would not even think: and she was too proud to ask anything further from him.
Chauvelin stood up and made her a deep bow, as she crossed the room and finally went out of the door.

The little company of soldiers closed in around her and she was once more led along the dark passages, back to her own prison cell..