And Gudel hurried to her room, and beheld her lying in a drunken stupor on the floor. He shook his head sadly.
"After all, she has nothing to fear, and we may as well part in this way as in any other—the end was coming!"
And he returned to his daughter and his friends, who in the meantime had been making a rope of the sheets and blankets on the bed. With their aid Bobichel dropped from the window.
"Now it is my turn!" said Caillette, and, light as a bird, she seized the rope.
"Take care, child! Take care!" cried Fanfar.
"Would it pain you," she asked quickly, "if I came to grief?"
"Hush! child."
Little Caillette was very gay, and it was with a pretty, childish laugh that she swung herself to the ground, where in two minutes her father and Fanfar also stood.
The two horses, all saddled, stood ready.
"You have the papers, Fanfar?" asked Gudel, in a whisper.