"Frightened!" said Blanche, because she saw that Marguerite was trembling. "No, dear nurse, no; I assure you that I'm not thinking of your secret door at all."
Thus saying, Blanche darted lightly up the stairs, while Marguerite followed her more slowly, saying, "Happy age when one has no fear of magicians, because one does not understand all their wickedness,—it is true that she has a talisman."
When they reached the room, Blanche entered quickly, while the old woman made a genuflexion and invoked her patron saint, after which she decided also to go into her new room, throwing anxious glances about her. Blanche had run into the alcove and already drawn the bed into the middle of the room.
"Wait a moment; don't be so imprudent," cried Marguerite to her. "Is it necessary to do things so quickly?"
"But, dear nurse, the sooner we open that door, the sooner you'll be reassured."
"Reassured! that's what I wish. Have you your talisman, my darling?"
"Of course I have. Didn't you sew it yourself inside my corsets?"
"That's true."
"I don't see the door you were talking about."
"It is so well encased in the woodwork."