She lay there breathing hurriedly, and with her eyes closed, when the corridor door opened and Pauline came rapidly into the room.
"Madame!" she cried.
Peggy gave one great sob of relief.
"Pauline!—you have not gone to bed?"
"No, madame! I was so anxious about you I could not sleep."
"Oh, my head is bursting!" the girl cried; "there is a pain like the thrust of a sword in my head."
"Poor darling!" Pauline said, her voice guttural with excitement, her trembling hands passing over the young girl's form with loving, frightened caresses. "Poor darling! There is something altogether wrong. Just now, when I came down, I saw a man standing at your door listening."
"At that door?"
"Yes. Twice I have seen him to-day. He was at Boulogne; I saw him looking at your boxes. Then just after supper he came in—when I was speaking to the waiter."
"Then we have been followed," Peggy answered, breaking down utterly. "Pauline, I feel that something dreadful is going to happen. Stay with me—don't go back to your room. Soothe me, Pauline, as you used to when I was little and afraid of the dark."