As soon as the door was shut, the page jumped up. "Ah! St. Luc,"
cried she, "you are going to leave me again. Mon Dieu! I shall
die of fright here, if they discover me."

"My dear Jeanne, Gaspard here will protect you."

"Had I not better go back?"

"If you really wish it, Jeanne," said St. Luc, sadly, "you shall.
But if you are as good as you are beautiful, if you have any
feeling in your heart for me, you will wait here a little. I
shall suffer so much from my head and nerves that the king will
not long keep so sad a companion."

"Go, then," said Jeanne, "and I will wait."

"My dear Jeanne, you are adorable. Trust me to returns as soon
as possible, Besides, I have an idea, which I will tell you when
I return."

"An idea which will restore your liberty?"

"I hope so."

"Then go,"

"Gaspard," said St. Luc, "prevent any one from entering here,
and in a quarter of an hour lock the door, and bring me the key
to the king's room. Then go home, and tell them not to be uneasy