"But you?" said Bonneville.
"I stay here."
"But--"
"There's no time to argue. Go; go at once!"
The two men mounted the ladder, and the trap-door closed behind them.
"What are you doing?" the young woman asked with surprise, as the widow began to disarrange the bed on which the body of her husband lay and to drag it from the wall.
"I am preparing a hiding-place where no one will seek you."
"But I don't mean to hide myself. No one will recognize me in these clothes. I choose to await them as I am."
"And I choose that you shall not await them," said the Widow Picaut, in so firm a tone that she silenced her visitor. "You heard what that man said; if you are discovered while in my house it will be thought that I sold you, and I do not choose to run the risk of your being discovered."
"You, my enemy?"