"Here?"

"Ay, here! Why have you not given the alarm in the town?"

"Why should I give the alarm?" he retorted coolly. "To save those who
hounded you through the streets two days ago? To save those who
to-morrow may put you to the torture and burn you like the vilest of
creatures? Save them?" with a grim smile. "No, let them save
themselves!"

"But----"

"I would save you! not them! I would save your mother! not them! And it
is done. Let the Grand Duke triumph to-night, let Savoy take Geneva, and
our good townsfolk will have other matters to occupy their thoughts
to-morrow! Ay, and through many and many a morrow to come! Save them?"
with a grim note in his voice; "no, I save you. Let them save
themselves! It is God's mercy on us, and His judgment on them! Or why
happens it to-night? To-night of all nights in the year?"

She was very pale, and for a moment remained silent: whether she felt
the temptation to which he had succumbed, or was seeking what she should
say to move him, is uncertain. At last, "It is impossible," she
murmured, in a low voice. "You have not thought of the women and
children, of the fathers and mothers who will suffer."

"And your mother!"

"Is one. God forbid that I should save her at the expense of all! God
forbid!" she wailed, as if she feared her own strength, as if the
temptation almost overcame her. And then laying her hand on his arm and
looking up to him--his face was set so hard--"You will not do this!" she
said. "You will not do this! Could we be happy after? Could we be happy
with blood on our heads, and on our hands, and on our hearts! Happy, oh
no! Claude, dear heart, dear husband, we cannot buy happiness so, or
life so, or love so! We cannot save ourselves--so! We cannot play God's
part--so!"

"It is not we who do it," he answered stubbornly.

"It is we who may prevent it!" she answered, leaning more heavily on his
arm, looking up to him more earnestly; with pleading eyes which it was
hard to refuse. "Would you, to save us, have betrayed Geneva?"

He groaned--she had moved him. "God knows!" he answered. "To save you--I
think I would!"

"You would not! You would not!" she repeated. "Neither must you do this!
Honour, faith, duty, all forbid it!"

"And love?" he cried.

"And love!" she answered. "For who would love dishonoured? Who would
love in shame? No; go as you have come, and give the alarm! And do, and
help! Go, as you have come! But how"--with a startled look as sh