“These wise men say they waited on him after the firing and he assured them there was to be nothing more done, and that he intended simply to sit down before the maison and wait for you all to come out. To starve you out, that meant. He’s recalled all the search parties; you can see that for yourself.” “Well, we’re out now, and want to leave the city.” “Where are you to be found?” “At Babillon’s house. You know that?” “You’d have been safer in the maison. I’ll do this. I’ll try and find Babillon, and if I succeed in getting some one to vouch for you, will come to this house. You had better go there and explain things, and what mouthing numskulls these precious burghers are.” “You’d better arrange some place of safety in case we have to leave Babillon’s and can’t get from the city.” “You’ll be safe enough where you are, if what they say is true, that the Governor thinks you are all still in the maison and means to keep you there.” “You’ll lose no time?” “Am I a burgher?” and with this last growl he went away, while Pascal, with a laugh, hurried to Babillon’s, and reported how matters had gone, and that there was nothing to do but to wait. When a chance offered he spoke to Lucette alone. “I have said nothing yet, but I am not quite easy about that officer, Lucette. He was very curious about--Madame Burgher; do you think he can have recognized you? Does he know you well?” “Is it M. Burgher questioning now?” she asked, with a glance. “No. We’ve dropped that; and we’re waiting to see what next. Just now it’s some one a good deal in earnest.” “Yes, he used to know me very well.” “Is he another of them?” He could not resist the jest, and she laughed back with a toss of the head. “I don’t of course understand that. I won’t, I mean.” “Do you think he can have sent any one after you to make sure you were Madame Burgher?” “Do _you_ think so?” She was serious now. “I don’t know.” “How did you get rid of the horses?” “M. Gerard did that.” “I must speak to him then. A very little slip may have very big results to-day.” He called Gerard aside and told him his doubts. “I took the horses back to where you hired them. I dared not leave them standing here. I passed a couple of soldiers, but they took no notice of me; and of course I made sure that no one followed me here.” “It may be nothing, but when that soldier gets back and this tale gets carried to the Castle about the two Pascals and the one Lucette, it may be something--especially if de Proballe’s cunning ears get wind of it. I wish you were away.” They were very soon to have proof that Pascal’s uneasiness had only too solid grounds. They waited with much impatience for Dubois’ coming, and when he came, about an hour after noon, he brought a grave face and very serious news.