“Forgive me!” she said; “it will be something to remember in the days of banishment and loneliness to come.”
Katy did not resent it, and it seemed as if her quivering lips wished to return it; but they didn’t. Meanwhile, Chance had pushed himself up close to Sophie, who recoiled from him in terror.
“Did you set the dog on me?” she asked the officer, while I answered, quickly:
“No; he came with Zaidee, and she came to warn you. Don’t you remember?”
“Yes; I do now,” Sophie said; and, taking her hand from Katy, she reached it out to the peasant girl, down whose face tears were falling, and almost freezing as they fell.
“Thank you, Zaidee,” she said. “How did you know I was to be arrested?”
“Oh, I knows, and hears, and acts,” was Zaidee’s reply, while Sophie continued:
“Did M. Seguin know you were coming?”
Zaidee shook her head. “I tells no secrets,” she said. “Only monsieur did not want any of you to come to-night. He sent Chance to tell you.”
She looked at me, and I now understood the purport of the note, as did Sophie.