No answer.
“Laurent?” again she called, louder.
“There is no Laurent here,” replied the voice, rudely.
“But,” said Andrée, “whether he be here or not, open the door.”
“I cannot open it.”
“But Laurent would have opened it immediately.”
“I have my orders,” was all the reply.
“Who are you, then?”
“Rather, who are you?”
Rude as the question was, it was no time to find fault, so they answered, “We are ladies of her majesty’s suite, we lodge in the castle, and we wish to get home.”