She entered, and the door was immediately closed after her. An engagé—the same who had spoken to her through the wicket—stood before her with a torch in his hand.
"Follow me," he said to her.
She walked after her guide, who crossed the entire length of the courtyard, and then turning to the She-wolf, said—
"The Major is waiting for you here."
"Rap," she said.
"No, do so yourself; you no longer need me; I will return to my post."
And, after bowing slightly, he withdrew carrying the torch with him. The She-wolf remained alone in the darkness; she passed her hand over her damp forehead, and making a supreme effort—
"I must," she muttered, hoarsely.
She then struck the door.
"Come in," a voice said from within.