"But will he come?"
"Yes, for I am going to fetch him."
"But the streets swarm with murderers," cried the Queen. "You are known, you will never pass, you will be hewn to pieces: George, George!"
But smiling without replying, Charny opened the window on the back garden, waved his hand to the King and the Queen, and jumped out over fifteen feet. The Queen sent up a shriek of terror and hid her face in her hands; but the man ran to the wind and by a cheer allayed her fears.
Charny had scaled the garden wall and was disappearing on the other side.
It was high time, for Billet was entering.