"It may be nothing, but when that soldier gets back and this tale gets carried to the Castle about the two Pascals and the one Lucette, it may be something—especially if de Proballe's cunning ears get wind of it. I wish you were away."
They were very soon to have proof that Pascal's uneasiness had only too solid grounds. They waited with much impatience for Dubois' coming, and when he came, about an hour after noon, he brought a grave face and very serious news.
The city gates had been shut again and the Governor's troops were once more searching the city; this time systematically from house to house, and the efforts of the search parties were being in the first place concentrated on that part of the city in which Babillon's house stood.
"I passed them at their work," he said, "and only wonder I was not stopped. You cannot stay here, or you will be trapped."
"There is but one course then," decided Gerard. "We must get back to Malincourt."
"There is a better plan," said Gabrielle. "Do you go alone, Gerard, in your monk's gabardine. He has passed the soldiers, and you will do so. I will wait for their coming. We know from what Babillon told us yesterday and what Captain Dubois has heard from the burghers, that no harm can come to me. Please."
"No," answered Gerard firmly. "One thing I will not do. I will not leave you within that madman's reach."
"But it is you he seeks. Would it not be safer, Captain Dubois, for him to go alone? And you, M. Pascal, what say you?"
"It would be safer," agreed the captain.
"Dubois!" exclaimed Gerard.
"I speak but my opinion, my lord. I should take miladi's advice. I will answer for her safety."
