Joyeuse, much touched, interrupted him.
"Let us go, brother," said he.
"Yes, brother, I follow you," said Du Bouchage, sighing.
"Yes, I understand; the last adieux to the window; but you have also one for me, brother."
Henri passed his arms round the neck of his brother, who leaned down to embrace him.
"No!" cried he. "I will accompany you to the gates," and with a last look toward the window, he followed his brother.
Chicot continued to watch. Gradually every one disappeared, and the street was deserted. Then one of the windows of the opposite house was opened, and a man looked out.
"There is no longer any one, madame," said he; "you may leave your hiding-place and go down to your own room," and lighting a lamp, he gave it into a hand stretched out to receive it.
Chicot looked earnestly, but as he caught sight of her pale but sublime face, he shuddered and sat down, entirely subjugated, in his turn, by the melancholy influence of the house.