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"I am quite prepared to follow you. May I speak two words to my friends before I go?" "No." "I may never be able to speak to them again." "I have said No, and I mean No. Now then, forward. March! I have wasted too much time already." Juliette was too proud to insist any further. She had hoped, by one word, to soften Madame Deroulede's and Anne Mie's heart towards her.
He spoke about an anonymous denunciation, which reached the Public Prosecutor early this morning. It was written on a scrap of paper, and thrown into the public box, it seems, and..." "It is indeed very strange," said Deroulede, musing over this extraordinary occurrence, and still more over Anne Mie's strange excitement in the telling of it. "I never knew I had a hidden enemy.
If you are not an object of their justice, of their esteem, and respect, you will, I am sure, not consent to be one of their mercy only. I shall feel the deprivation of two parts out of three of my income, but I hope that I shall have enough left for Mie Mie's education, and to supply possible losses to her in other respects.
Strong, passionate, tender, it seemed now to raise every echo of response in her heart. She thought it was a dream, and remained there on her knees lest it should be dispelled. Then she heard his footsteps on the flagstones of the hall. Anne Mie's plaintive singing had died away in the distance. She started, and jumped to her feet, hastily drying her eyes.
But," he added, seeing Anne Mie's somewhat scared look, "this street is scarce fit for private conversation. Shall we try and find a better spot?" Paris had not yet gone to bed. In these times it was really safest to be out in the open streets. There, everybody was more busy, more on the move, on the lookout for suspected houses, leaving the wanderer alone.
Deroulede was about to take it from her, and just before he had turned to do so, his eyes lighted on Juliette. She said nothing, she had merely risen instinctively, and had reached Anne Mie's side in less than the fraction of a second. It was all a flash, and there was dead silence in the room, but in that one-hundredth part of a second, Deroulede had read guilt in the face of Juliette.
Something in Juliette's face had already caused her to bitterly repent her action towards her, and now, as this beautiful, refined woman was about to pass from under the shelter of this roof, to the cruel publicity and terrible torture of that awful revolutionary tribunal, Anne Mie's whole heart went out to her in boundless sympathy.
Are you in my house? Do not stay too long at Frognal; change the scene; it will do you good. Gratify every caprice of that sort, and write to me everything that comes into your head. You cannot unload your heart to any one who will receive its weight more cheerfully than I shall do." But next year we hear of Selwyn at Milan negotiating with Mie Mie's relatives for her return.
Whilst Deroulede and Juliette talked together Anne Mie cleared the supper-table, then came and sat on a low stool at madame's feet. She took no part in the conversation, but every now and then Juliette felt the girl's melancholy eyes fixed almost reproachfully upon her. When Juliette had retired with Petronelle, Deroulede took Anne Mie's hand in his.
The two ladies, acting under the instructions of Sir Percy, had as originally arranged, pursued their journey northwards, to the populous seaport town. Anne Mie's first meeting with Juliette was intensely pathetic. The poor little cripple had spent the last few days in an agony of remorse, whilst the heavy travelling chaise bore her farther and farther away from Paris.
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