"I do not like that."
"I am frank."
Louison remained thoughtfully silent, perturbed and frowning. Then lifting her head, she said gaily, in quite a different manner:
"Very well, then; I shall take care how you see me in future."
She turned in the direction of the Bastille, and fastening her glance upon the ring of light, said:
"It seems to be going away. Perhaps we shall see the woman now."
"She comes faster this time," Barabant said as the sound of footsteps warned them of her approach.
The next moment a bundle of draperies passed them as a ship scudding before a storm. Louison, watching the woman, closed her hand over Barabant's wrist, allowing an exclamation to escape her. Then, springing forward, she cried:
"Eh, mother! Wait a moment!"