“Done without bloodshed,” said Gerard; “and well done, Pascal. He sees me and motions. Give me the rope, dearest;” and he flung it out far into the night.
“Go, Gerard, go,” cried Gabrielle, excitedly.
“And you, Gabrielle? Where do you go?”
“Back to the Duchess. She has planned this and is our staunch friend. To-morrow I shall return to Malincourt.”
“I would rather you went with me. You would be safe at Malincourt. This rope would bear us.”
“I shall be safe with my friend. Go, Gerard, for the love of God, go. Every moment is precious.”
“I do not like to leave you.”
“No harm can touch me with her.”
“But first I must know that you are safely out from this cell. Call Pierre. I cannot leave you here. The rack would be a gentler punishment than the suspense till I knew you were safe.”
“I will go then.”