“Vivienne, are you there?”
There were tones in her brother’s voice which the young girl could not mistake. The prisoners had gone back to the corner beneath the window, for the friendly ray of light made the dungeon seem less like a tomb.
Vivienne sprang to her feet. “Yes, Pascal, I am here,” she cried, joyfully, “and Vandemar is so strong now that he can walk.”
“Come here to the door,” said Pascal.
“What is it?” she asked, when she reached it.
“Come with me,” said her brother.
“I will bring Vandemar.”
“No,” said Pascal, “if you come out you shall come alone. You must renounce that man.”
“Then I will not come,” said Vivienne, positively. “I love him. We will either live together or die together.”
“Is that your final answer?” questioned Pascal, angrily.