“We have told d’Artois everything?”
“Oh, yes. I supplemented what you said with an hour’s lecture.”
“Pray God we get away and do not find the Castle men have spread out too far.”
“I have made sure of that,” answered Pascal. “I’ve been out to look for myself.”
“Come then,” and they started.
“I would poor Denys could be with us,” said Gabrielle.
“I have seen him and told him all,” replied Lucette. “He is much better, but knows he has not strength enough for this.”
Gerard was very grave and anxious in his concern for Gabrielle, and as they passed through the chapel, down into the crypt and along the dark, mouldy, gloomy passage, scarce a word was spoken. But as soon as they emerged into the fresh air, Pascal, who had gone on first to make sure no one was about, began to talk. He walked with Lucette, Gerard and Gabrielle being ahead.
“We mustn’t look like a funeral procession, mademoiselle.”
“If you were as anxious for me as M. Gerard is for Gabrielle, you too might be solemn, monsieur.”