So matters remained until the dawn. When the light broke at length, the great strength of the Castle force was immediately apparent, spreading as it did all round the maison in imposing numbers that filled Gabrielle and Lucette with consternation.
Gabrielle was for instant flight, indeed, but Gerard decided for some further delay.
“We have to wait until the Governor shall have had time to give fresh instructions to the captains of the city gates, or we cannot get through.”
Then Lucette suggested a serious objection.
“Gabrielle is so well known that she will be recognized at the gates, and although she might pass, any one with her would be at once suspected and stopped.”
“I am hoping that the gates will be open to all,” replied Gerard, “and that no one will be stopped. But she will be disguised. We shall all be, in fact—Pascal and I as monks.”
“But if they are not open?”
“Then we have this pass of Dauban’s and the disguises.”
“Monks do not act as cavaliers to ladies, monsieur,” objected Lucette, and despite the gravity of the situation they smiled.
“There is M. de Proballe’s wardrobe,” suggested Gabrielle.