"To-morrow! Where will they take me to-morrow?"
"I do not know, mademoiselle. I am never told."
Late hours were not kept at the Maison Legrand, candles were an expensive item. Jeanne was among the first to move this evening.
"Good night, Monsieur l'Abbé."
"Good night, mademoiselle," he said, raising her hand to his lips. "To-morrow is Saturday. I wonder who goes to-morrow? We are happy in having no anxiety."
Barrington was by the door and opened it for her.
"Does mademoiselle permit?" and as he bent over her hand he whispered, "Be ready. Listen. Wait until I come."