tant on his arm their eyes met.
His were alight, his arm even quivered; and she shuddered.

She avoided looking at him a second time, and this was easy, since he
took his seat in the bows beyond Carlat, who handled the oars. Silently
the boat glided out on the surface of the stream, and floated downwards,
Carlat now and again touching an oar, and Madame St. Lo chattering gaily
in a voice which carried far on the water. Now it was a flowering rush
she must have, now a green bough to shield her face from the sun's
reflection; and now they must lie in some cool, shadowy pool under fern-
clad banks, where the fish rose heavily, and the trickle of a rivulet
fell down over stones.

It was idyllic. But not to the Countess. Her face burned, her temples
throbbed, her fingers gripped the side of the boat in the vain attempt to
steady her pulses. The packet within her dress scorched her. The great
city and its danger, Tavannes and his faith in her, the need of action,
the irrevocableness of action hurried through her brain. The knowledge
that she must act now--or never--pressed upon her with distracting force.
Her hand felt the packet, and fell again nerveless.

"The sun has caught you, _ma mie_," Madame St. Lo said. "You should ride
in a mask as I do."

"I have not one with me," she muttered, her eyes on the water.

"And I but an old one. But at Angers--"

The Countess heard no more; on that word she caught La Tribe's eye. He
was beckoning to her behind Carlat's back, pointing imperiously to the
water, making signs to her to drop the packet over the side. When she
did not obey--she felt sick and faint--she saw through a mist his brow
grow dark. He menaced her secretly. And still the packet scorched her;
and twice her hand went to it, and dropped again empty.

On a sudden Madame St. Lo cried out. The bank on one side of the stream
was beginning to rise more boldly above the water, and at the head of the
steep thus formed she had espied a late rosebush in bloom; nothing would
now serve but she must land at once and plunder it. The boat was put in
therefore, she jumped ashore, and began to scale the bank.

"Go with Madame!" La Tribe cried, roughly nudging Carlat in the back. "Do
you not see that she cannot climb the bank? Up, man, up!"

The Countess opened her mouth to cry "No!" but the word died half-born on
her lips; and when the steward looked at her, uncertain what she had
said, she nodded.

"Yes, go!