"Will you remain with him, Monsieur Lenet?"
"Madame—"
"Will you remain with him?" she repeated.
"I will not leave him."
"You will not leave him, you swear that you will not?"
"My God!" muttered Lenet, gazing from the man who awaited his sentence to the woman whose death one word from his mouth might cause. "My God! since one of the two is doomed, give me strength to save the other."
"You will not swear, Monsieur Lenet!"
"I swear," replied the counsellor, putting his hand to his heart.
"Thanks, monsieur," said Canolles beneath his breath, "I understand you.—Go, madame," he added, turning to the viscountess; "you see that between Monsieur Lenet and Monsieur le Duc I am in no danger."
"Do not let her go without embracing her," said Lenet.