"The three persons to whom these doors are never closed, M. Von Apsberg, d'Harcourt, and Rovero."
The Marquise uttered a cry of terror.
"They will come hither," said he, "in spite of both Giacomo and myself, and this room has no other egress."
The voices of the Carbonari fell on the ears of the Marquise.
"Go in there," said Monte-Leone to the Marquise; and he opened an elegant closet. "In a few moments I will dismiss them."
The young woman did so—and scarcely had the door been closed than the three young men entered the room. Their brows were stern and severe, and bore the impress of their feelings.
"What is the matter now?" asked Monte-Leone.
Not a sound was heard, but six eyes glared at him with disdain and arrogance. Von Apsberg took a paper from his breast, and without speaking, gave it to Monte-Leone.
"What means this?" said he. He read——
"Statutes of French Cabonarism.