“Charles Lagrange, madam.”
“I have heard the name before. I have seen it somewhere lately,” said she, trying to remember where and how.
“You could scarcely have paid your respects at Neuilly, madam, without seeing him. He was, besides, the favored guest at Madame de Mirecourt's.”
“You would not imply, sir, that the Duchess condescended to any sympathy with this party?”
“More than half the Court, madam, are against the Crown; I will not say, however, that they are, on that account, for the people.”
“There! she is making a sign to us to follow her,” said Martin, pointing towards Kate, who, still conversing with her companion, motioned to the others to come up.
“It is from that quarter we receive our orders,” said Lady Dorothea, sneeringly, as she prepared to follow.
“What has she to do with it?” exclaimed the Captain. “To look at her, one would say she was deep in the whole business.”
A second gesture, more urgent than before, now summoned the party to make haste.
Through the Place, crowded as it was by an armed and excited multitude, way was rapidly made for the little party who now issued from the door of the hotel. Kate Henderson walked in front, with Massingbred at her side talking eagerly, and by his gestures seeming as though endeavoring to extenuate or explain away something in his conduct; next came Lady Dorothea, supported between her husband and her son, and while walking slowly and with faltering steps, still carrying her head proudly erect, and gazing on the stern faces around her with looks of haughty contempt. After them were a numerous retinue of servants, with such effects as they had got hurriedly together,—a terror-struck set, scarcely able to crawl along from fear.