'They do not let me see Clon,' she answered slowly.
'Then your woman must tell him,' I rejoined, 'or he may do
something and betray me.'
'They will not let our women come to us.'
'What?' I cried, astonished. 'But this is infamous. You are
not prisoners!'
Mademoiselle laughed harshly.
'Are we not? Well, I suppose not; for if we wanted company,
Captain Larolle said that he would be delighted to see us--in the
parlour.'
'He has taken your parlour?' I said.
'He and his lieutenant sit there. But I suppose that we rebels
should be thankful,' she added bitterly; 'we have still our
bedrooms left to us.'
'Very well,' I said. 'Then I must deal with Clon as I can. But
I have still a favour to ask, Mademoiselle. It is only that you
and your sister will descend to-morrow at your usual time. I
shall be in the parlour.'
'I would rather not,' she said, pausing and speaking in a
troubled voice.
'Are you afraid?'
'No, Monsieur, I am not afraid,' she answered proudly, 'but--'
'You will come?' I said.
She sighed before she spoke. At length,--
'Yes, I will come--if you wish it,' she answered.
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