cloak, such as was not uncommonly worn by the burghers' and merchants' wives in travelling. Drawn over the head and low down over the brow, it fastened under the chin, but a little alteration by Lucette's deft fingers so arranged it that much of the lower part of the face was also hidden, and when she was ready to start, both Gerard and Pascal smiled at the little device.
"A burgher's spouse to the life," exclaimed Pascal, whose irrepressible spirits were as high as if they were all bent on a picnic. "And on the pillion no one will know miladi of Malincourt!"
"If Babillon can get us the horses, that is," said Gerard, for they were first to make for Babillon's house.
"Crowns are crowns in Morvaix, Gerard, and speak the same language as everywhere else; and if he cannot, I will. Shall we start?"
"We have told d'Artois everything?"
"Oh, yes. I supplemented what you said with an hour's lecture."
"Pray God we get away and do not find the Castle men have spread out too far."
"I have made sure of that," answered Pascal. "I've been out to look for myself."
"Come then," and they started.
"I would poor Denys could be with us," said Gabrielle.
"I have seen him and told him all," replied Lucette. "He is much better, but knows he has not strength enough for this."
Gerard was very grave and anxious in his concern for Gabrielle, and as they passed through the chapel, down into the crypt and along the dark, mouldy, gloomy passage, scarce a word was spoken. But as soon as they emerged into the fresh air, Pascal, who had gone on first to make sure no one was about, began to talk. He walked with Lucette, Gerard and Gabrielle being ahead.
"We mustn't look like a funeral procession, mademoiselle."
