Great dejection was apparent in the face of the poor man. I could see it plainly, for it was a clear night and as light as day. [Illustration: "HAVE PITY UPON US!"] "Adieu, citoyennes," he said simply. "The district is full of people who are pursuing us. Pray that we may escape them!" Then, turning to his companions, he said in a low voice, "Onward!" Well, my child, I was quite upset; my heart was rent at the sight of their distress. I understood all that they had suffered, and all they would yet suffer. I looked at their drooping shoulders, at their bruised feet. Certainly, by sending them away I was shielding us three from danger, because in helping them I was making myself their accomplice, and exposing myself and my companions to severe punishment. Yes, I understood all that, but pity conquered prudence; a kind of fever seized me, and just as they were moving away-- "Listen," I whispered to them; "there might perhaps be a way to help you, but it would be very risky, very daring." They drew near eagerly, anxiously, with heads bent forward. Behind me I could hear the trembling voices of Madame Badouillet and Madame Maréchal as they whispered to each other, "What is she talking about? What is she saying?" But that mattered little to me. "At the other end of the chapel, above the altar," I continued, "there is a granary for storing fodder. Once there, you would be all right, but to get there----." "Speak, speak!" "You would have to follow a narrow passage, a sort of overhanging cornice, the whole length of the wall--and just over the sleeping soldiers. If they hear the least noise, should one of them wake up----!" "Who will lead us?" "I will!" I have already told you, my child, that I was in a fever, that I was no longer master of myself; I was acting as if in a dream. To save them had become my sole aim. They took counsel briefly among themselves, while Madame Badouillet continually pulled at my skirts and called me mad. Oh! I remember it all as if I were going through it now! "Thanks, citoyenne, for your devotion. We will accept the offer!" I left the door and they entered noiselessly, on tip-toe. There were about a dozen; their clothes were torn and their fatigue was extreme. I told my two companions to keep watch at the door of the chapel, and turned at once to the fugitives. "You see those steps leading to the ledge?" I asked them. "Well, I am going to ascend them. When I reach the top I will open the door and look into the interior of the chapel, and if the moment is favourable I will give you a sign. You will then ascend and follow me along the wall to the granary. Once there--if God allows us to get there!--you will rest yourselves. I will come to you when the soldiers are gone--they ought to leave at daybreak. You understand?"