“And M. Beausire, when he shall hear this——?”
Oliva started, and wringing her hands violently, cried out, “Oh, he would kill me; but no, I will kill myself. You cannot save me, since you are compromised also.”
“I have,” replied Jeanne, “in the furthest part of Picardy, a little farm. If you can gain this refuge, you might be safe.”
“But you?”
“Oh, once you were gone, I should not fear him.”
“I will go whenever you like.”
“I think you are wise.”
“Must I go at once?”
“Wait till I have prepared everything to insure safety; meanwhile, hide yourself, and do not come near the window.”
“Oh yes, dear friend.”