"It is a heavy step," said Louise.

"Ah! if it is only M. Malicorne," added Montalais, "do not
disturb yourselves."

Louise and Raoul looked at each other to inquire who M.
Malicorne could be.

"There is no occasion to mind him," continued Montalais; "he
is not jealous."

"But, mademoiselle ---" said Raoul.

"Yes, I understand. Well, he is as discreet as I am."

"Good heavens!" cried Louise, who had applied her ear to the
door, which had been left ajar, "it is my mother's step!"

"Madame de Saint-Remy! Where shall I hide myself?" exclaimed
Raoul, catching at the dress of Montalais, who looked quite
bewildered.

"Yes," said she; "yes, I know the clicking of those pattens!
It is our excellent mother. M. le Vicomte, what a pity it is
the window looks upon a stone pavement, and that fifty paces
below it."

Raoul glanced at the balcony in despair. Louise seized his
arm and held it tight.