In a minute or two Aline recovered sufficiently to wet the hem of her cloak and bathe Marguerite’s face. This and the cold air brought her to with a shudder and a cry. She sat up coughing, and clung to Aline. "Oh, save me, save me!" "Chérie, you are saved." "And they are burnt. Oh, Holy Virgin, I shall see it always." "Don’t talk of it, my dear!" "Oh, I must. I saw it, Aline; I saw it! There was a little thread of fire that ran up Louise’s skirt, like a gold wire. Oh, mon Dieu! They are burnt." "Madame?" asked Ange, very low. "Yes, yes; and Louise, poor Louise! I was so cross with her last night; but I did n’t know. I would n’t have been if I had known. Oh, poor Louise!" "Tell us what happened, my dear, if you can." "Oh, I don’t know." Marguerite hid her face a moment, and then spoke excitedly, pushing back her dishevelled hair. "I woke up with the smoke in my throat, and ran in to la tante’s room. She had n’t gone to bed at all. There she was in her big chair, sitting up straight, Louise on her knees begging her to get up, and all between the boards of the floor there was smoke coming up, as if there were a great fire underneath." "Underneath! It began below, then?" "Yes, Aline, she did it herself! She must have crept down and set light in ever so many places. Yes, it is true, for she boasted of it. ’Ange Desaix says I am the last of the Montenay. Very well, then; she shall see, and the world shall see, how Montenay and I will go together!’ That is what she said, and Louise screamed, ’Save yourself, Ma’mselle!’ But la tante nodded and said, ’Yes, if you have wings, use them, by all means.’ It was like some perfectly horrid dream. I ran through the rooms to see if I could get down the stairs, but they were all in a blaze. Then I ran back again; but when I was still some way from the door I saw that the fire was coming up through the floor. Louise gave one great scream, but la tante just sat and smiled, and then the floor gave way, and they went down with a crash. Oh, Aline—Aline!" "Oh, Marguerite, my dear—and you?" Marguerite shuddered. "I ran across the corridor and into the farthest room, and the smoke came after me, and I fainted, and then you came and saved me." "Hush! there is some one coming," said Mlle Ange in a quick whisper. They crouched down and waited breathlessly. Then, after an agonised struggle, Marguerite coughed, and at once a dark figure bore down on them. "Thank the Saints I have found you," said Madelon’s voice. Aline sprang up. "Madelon—you? How did you know?" "Ah! Bah—I saw you when you crossed the terrace. I saw you were carrying some one. Is it Madame?" "No, no; a girl—younger than we are. Oh, Madelon, you will help us?"