Ciel, foret, prairie;
Adieu patrie,
Azur.'"

"Hush, monsieur!" the girl said with a swift gesture. He looked and saw
that Angers was waking. "If I live," he hurriedly whispered, "I shall be
at the King's Cave to-morrow night. And you--the horses?"

"You shall have my help and the horses." Then, more loudly: "Au revoir,
monsieur."

At that moment Madame Solde entered the room. She acknowledged
Laflamme's presence gravely.

"It is all done, madame," he said, pointing to the portrait.

Madame Solde bowed coldly, but said: "It is very well done, monsieur."

"It is my masterpiece," remarked the painter pensively. "Will you permit
me to say adieu, mesdames? I go to join my amiable and attentive
companion, Roupet the guard."

He bowed himself out.

Madame Solde drew Marie aside. Angers discreetly left.

The Governor's wife drew the girl's head back on her shoulder. "Marie,"
she said, "M. Tryon does not seem happy; cannot you change that?"

With quivering lips the girl laid her head on the Frenchwoman's breast,