“Comte, we are waiting for you.”

“You hear him, madame,” said Henri.  “For the last time, adieu.”

And pressing Remy’s hand, he flew down the staircase.  Diana approached the window trembling, and with a convulsive shudder, like the bird fascinated by the serpent of the Antilles.  She saw the duke on horseback, and the light of the torches held by the gendarmes fell on his face.

“Oh! he lives! the demon lives!” murmured she; “and we must live also.  He is setting out for France; so be it, Remy, we also must go to France.”

CHAPTER LXXV.

How Aurilly executed the commission of the duc D’ANJOU.

To the confusion occasioned by the departure of the troops a profound silence succeeded.  When Remy believed the house to be empty, he went down to prepare for his departure and that of Diana; but on opening the door of the room below, he was much surprised to see a man sitting by the fire, evidently watching him, although he pretended to look careless.  Remy approached, according to his custom, with a slow, halting step, and uncovering his head, bald like that of an old man.  He could not, however, see the features of the man by the fire.

“Pardon, monsieur,” said he, “I thought myself alone here.”

“I also thought so,” replied the man, “but I see with pleasure that I shall have companions.”

“Oh! very sad companions, monsieur; for except an invalid young man whom I am taking back to France—­”

“Ah!” said Aurilly, “I know whom you mean.”

“Really.”

“Yes; you mean the young lady.”

“What young lady?”

“Oh! do not be angry, my good friend; I am the steward of the house of Joyeuse, and I rejoined my young master by his brother’s order, and at his departure the comte recommended to my good offices a young lady and an old servant, who were returning to France.”

As he thus spoke, he approached Remy with a smiling and affectionate look.  But Remy stepped back, and a look of horror was painted for an instant on his face.

“You do not reply; one would say you were afraid of me,” said Aurilly, with his most smiling face.

“Monsieur,” replied Remy, “pardon a poor old man, whom his misfortunes and his wounds have rendered timid and suspicious.”

“All the more reason, my friend, for accepting the help and support of an honest companion; besides, as I told you just now, I speak on the part of a master who must inspire you with confidence.”

“Assuredly, monsieur,” replied Remy, who, however, still moved back.

“You quit me,” said Aurilly.

“I must consult my mistress; I can decide nothing, you understand.”

“Oh! that is natural; but permit me to present myself.  I will explain my directions in all their details.”

“No, no, thank you:  madame is perhaps asleep, and her sleep is sacred to me.”