"Oh, my God, my God!" cried Michel, wringing his hands; "is it all over,--am I condemned to death?"
And he flung himself face down upon the floor.
At that moment Rosine entered.
"Mademoiselle," she said, "the day is breaking."
"What is the matter, Rosine?" asked Mary; "you are trembling!"
"I am sure I heard oars in the lake; and just now I heard footsteps behind me."
"Footsteps on this lonely islet! you are dreaming, child."
"I think so myself, for I have searched everywhere and seen no one."
"Now we must go," said Mary.
A sob from Michel made her turn to him.