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Gastines and not think what stood there? Can you pass the Greve at night

and not fill the air above the river with screas and

horrible cries--the cries of our people murdered on that spot?" She

paused for breath, recovered herself a little, and in a lower tone, "For

ht! The

eaves are a threat to me; the tiles would fall on us had they their will;

the houses nod to--to--"

"To what, Made a

tone of cynicism

"To crush us! Yes, Monsieur, to crush us!"

"And all this because I left you for a h an hour," she answered more soberly

"But if I could not help it?"

"You should have thought of that--before you brought me to Paris,

Monsieur In these troublous times"

He coloured warmly "You are unjust, Madeet; in a Court one is not always master of one's self"