At any rate, she tried to call up her old graces; but early in the evening he complained of pains and fever, and left the hall to go up to his room. His servant carried him a cup of hot wine, and brought back word that he was sleeping and not to be disturbed; and an hour later, when Anne lifted the tapestry and listened at his door, she heard his loud regular breathing. She thought it might be a feint, and stayed a long time barefooted in the cold passage, her ear to the crack; but the breathing went on too steadily and naturally to be other than that of a man in a sound sleep. She crept back to her room reassured, and stood in the window watching the moon set through the trees of the park. The sky was misty and starless, and after the moon went down the night was pitch black. She knew the time had come, and stole along the passage, past her husband’s door--where she stopped again to listen to his breathing--to the top of the stairs. There she paused a moment, and assured herself that no one was following her; then she began to go down the stairs in the darkness. They were so steep and winding that she had to go very slowly, for fear of stumbling. Her one thought was to get the door unbolted, tell Lanrivain to make his escape, and hasten back to her room. She had tried the bolt earlier in the evening, and managed to put a little grease on it; but nevertheless, when she drew it, it gave a squeak... not loud, but it made her heart stop; and the next minute, overhead, she heard a noise... “What noise?” the prosecution interposed. “My husband’s voice calling out my name and cursing me.” “What did you hear after that?” “A terrible scream and a fall.” “Where was Herve de Lanrivain at this time?” “He was standing outside in the court. I just made him out in the darkness. I told him for God’s sake to go, and then I pushed the door shut.” “What did you do next?” “I stood at the foot of the stairs and listened.” “What did you hear?” “I heard dogs snarling and panting.” (Visible discouragement of the bench, boredom of the public, and exasperation of the lawyer for the defense. Dogs again--! But the inquisitive Judge insisted.) “What dogs?” She bent her head and spoke so low that she had to be told to repeat her answer: “I don’t know.” “How do you mean--you don’t know?” “I don’t know what dogs...” The Judge again intervened: “Try to tell us exactly what happened. How long did you remain at the foot of the stairs?” “Only a few minutes.” “And what was going on meanwhile overhead?” “The dogs kept on snarling and panting. Once or twice he cried out. I think he moaned once. Then he was quiet.” “Then what happened?” “Then I heard a sound like the noise of a pack when the wolf is thrown to them--gulping and lapping.” (There was a groan of disgust and repulsion through the court, and another attempted intervention by the distracted lawyer. But the inquisitive Judge was still inquisitive.) “And all the while you did not go up?”