"Well, if this don't—say, mademoiselle."
"Please don't talk so loud, monsieur. They will hear you, and I will be lost."
"Indeed! So you're running away, eh?"
"Yes, monsieur."
"What for?"
"Because they are going to give me the douche, the paddle, and prison."
"The wretches!" whispered the young man through his half-set teeth.
"Then you'll help me, monsieur?" asked Fouchette, in a tone of entreaty.
"That I will," said he, promptly, "if I can. If you could swing yourself over the wall, now; but, dame! no girl can do that," he added half to himself.
"I'll try it," said Fouchette.