Claire was silent for a moment; then, in a tone as solemn as that of a bell tolling for the dead, she replied: "He was hanged in the market place at Libourne!" Canolles started back. "Hanged!" he cried; "Richon,--a soldier!" Suddenly the color fled from his cheeks, and he drew his trembling hand across his brow. "Ah! now I understand it all," said he; "I understand my arrest, my examination, the officer's words, and the silence of the soldiers; I understand the step you have taken, your tears when you found me so cheerful; I understand the crowds, the cries, and the threats. Richon was murdered! and they will revenge Richon upon me!" "No, no, my beloved! no, beloved of my heart!" cried Claire, beaming with joy, seizing both Canolles' hands, and gazing with all her soul into his eyes. "No, they will not sacrifice you, dear prisoner! You were not mistaken,--you were marked out for the sacrifice; you were condemned; you were doomed to die; death was very near to you, my darling _fiancé._ But have no fear; you may speak of happiness and of the future, for she whose whole life is consecrated to you has saved your life! Be joyous and happy, but beneath your breath; for you may awake your ill-fated companion, upon whose head the storm will break, who is to die in your place!" "Oh! hush, hush, dear love! you freeze my blood with horror," said Canolles, hardly recovered, despite Claire's ardent caresses, from the terrible blow he had received. "I, so calm and confident, so idiotically happy, was in imminent danger of death! And when? at what moment of all others? Just Heaven! at the moment when I was to become your husband! Upon my soul, it would have been a double murder!" "They call that 'reprisal,'" said Claire. "Yes, yes,--it is true; they are right." "Now you are frowning and pensive again." "Oh!" cried Canolles, "it isn't that I fear death; but death would part us--" "If you had died, my love, I should have died too. But, instead of giving way to sadness, rejoice with me. Look you, to-night--perhaps within an hour--you will leave the prison. Either I will come here myself for you, or I will await you at the outer door. Then, without losing a moment, a second, we will fly--oh! instantly! I cannot wait! this accursed city terrifies me. To-day I have succeeded in saving you; but to-morrow some other unforeseen mischance may take you from me again!" "Ah! Claire, my best beloved, do you know that this is almost too great happiness at a single stroke; yes, in very truth, too great happiness! I shall die of it--" "Well, then," said Claire, "be joyous and cheerful, as you naturally are." "Why do not you do the same?" "See, I am laughing." "And that sigh?" "The sigh, my dearest, is for the poor wretch who pays for our joy with his life." "Yes, yes, you are right! Oh! why can you not take me away with you at this moment? Come, my good angel, open your wings and fly away with me!"