After all she was only a woman and was afraid of breaking down.

In her mind there was no issue to the present deadlock save in death.

For this she was prepared and had but one great hope that she could lie in her husband's arms just once again before she died.

Now, since she could not speak to him, scarcely dared to look into the loved face, she was quite ready to go.
In answer to the bell, the soldier had entered.
"If Lady Blakeney desires to go..." said Chauvelin.
She nodded and Chauvelin gave the necessary orders: two soldiers stood at attention ready to escort Marguerite back to her prison cell.

As she went towards the door she came to within a couple of steps from where her husband was standing, bowing to her as she passed.