CHAPTER XXIV.
AT LAST THEY ARE HAPPY!
It is easy for us who know the state of Andrea's heart to imagine what she suffered from the time of Isidore's leaving. She trembled for the grand plot failing or succeeding. If succeeding, she knew the count's devotion to his masters too well not to be sure that he would never quit them in exile. If failure, she knew his courage too well not to be sure that he would struggle till the last moment, so long as hope remained, and beyond that.
So she had her eye open to every light and her ear to every sound.
On the following day, she learnt with the rest of the population that the King had fled from the capital in the night, without any mischance.
She had suspected the flight, and as Charny would participate, she was losing him by his going far from her.
Sighing deeply, she knelt in prayer for the journey to be happy.
For two days, Paris was dumb, without news; then the rumor broke forth that the King had been stopped at Varennes. No details, just the word.