“Oh! to-morrow, to-morrow, when they will find out,” murmured the elder lady.
“You will tell the truth, madame.”
“But shall I be believed?”
“Oh! we can prove it; besides, the soldier will not stay all night; he will be relieved, and perhaps his successor will be more complacent.”
“Yes, but the patrol will pass directly, and will find me here, waiting outside. It is infamous; I am suffocated with rage.”
“Oh, take courage, madame! you, who are always so brave.”
“It is a plot, Andrée, in order to ruin me. This door is never closed. Oh, I shall die!”
At this moment they heard a step approaching, and then the voice of a young man, singing gaily as he went along.
“That voice,” cried the lady, “I know it, I am sure.”
“Oh, yes, madame, he will save us.”