—Do not go away. That would be the means of compromising us both, for they must have heard our voices, and your departure would attract suspicions.
—What shall I do? I cannot remain here.
—They cannot have seen us yet: Come in. Under this arbour you will be safe from any gaze.
—What! said Marcel, you wish…?
—I beseech you, come. This village is full of evil-minded people. It is more prudent for both of us.
She turned the key, and Marcel glided like a shadow through the half-open gate, quickly crossed the borders, and threw himself under the arbour.
Suzanne closed the gate again and rejoined him.
LXXII.
THE ASSAULT.
"Be mine, be my sister, for I am all thine,
And well I deserve thee, for long have I loved."