"Adieu, and the Lord protect you!" said she; "I have honourably kept my promise."
"Adieu, and thank you," answered the marchioness. As to the young girl, she threw herself into the arms of the nun, and embraced her, weeping.
"Go! go!" quickly cried the superior; and pushing them gently, she closed the door behind them.
The two ladies gave a last sad look at the convent, and, enveloping themselves carefully in their mantles, they prepared to follow their protector.
"Which way do we take?" asked the marchioness.
"This," answered Emile, turning to the right—that is to say, proceeding to the river.
Was it by chance or intuition that he took this direction? A little of one and a little of the other.
A rather large barque, rowed by four men, was waiting, run aground on the bank.
"Eh!" said one of the men, in whom Emile immediately recognised Tyro; "Here is the master—that is not unfortunate."
The latter, without answering, made his companions enter the barque, and immediately stepped in after them.