audience of my cousin. Returning to the gate alone he had seen his
opportunity, and given the note to Francis, probably with a small fee
to secure its transmission.

Croisette and I looked at one another, apprehending all this. "He will
sleep at Cahors to-night," I said sullenly.

The lad shook his head and answered in a low voice, "I am afraid not.
His horses are fresh. I think he will push on. He always travels
quickly. And now you know--"

I nodded, understanding only too well.

Catherine had flung herself into a chair. Her arms lay nerveless on
the table. Her face was hidden in them. But now, overhearing us, or
stung by some fresh thought, she sprang to her feet in anguish. Her
face twitched, her form seemed to stiffen as she drew herself up like
one in physical pain. "Oh, I cannot bear it!" she cried to us in
dreadful tones. "Oh, will no one do anything? I will go to him! I
will tell him I will give him up! I will do whatever he wishes if he
will only spare him!"

Croisette went from the room crying. It was a dreadful sight for
us--this girl in agony. And it was impossible to reassure her! Not one
of us doubted the horrible meaning of the note, its covert threat.
Civil wars and religious hatred, and I fancy Italian modes of thought,
had for the time changed our countrymen to beasts. Far more dreadful
things were done then than this which Bezers threatened--even if he
meant it literally--far more dreadful things were suffered. But in the
fiendish ingenuity of his vengeance on her, the helpless, loving woman,
I thought Raoul de Bezers stood alone. Alas! it fares ill with the
butterfly when the cat has struck it down. Ill indeed!

Madame Claude rose and put her arms round the girl, dismissing me by a
gesture. I went out, passing through two or three scared servants, and
made at once for the terrace. I felt as if I could only breathe there.
I found Marie and St. Croix together, silent, the marks of tears on
their faces. Our eyes met and they told one tale.

We all spoke at the same time. "When?" we said. But the others
looked to me for an answer.

I was somewhat sobered by that, and paused to consider before I
replied. "At daybreak to-morrow," I decided presently. "It is an hour
after noon already. We want money, and the horses are out. It will
take an hour to bring them in. After that we might still reach Cahors
to-night, perhaps; but more haste less speed you know. At daybrea