"Oh, yes, madame, he will save us."
A young man, wrapped up in a fur riding-coat, came quickly up, and without noticing them, knocked at the door, and called, "Laurent."
"Brother," said the elder lady, touching him on the shoulder.
"The queen," cried he, taking off his hat.
"Hush," said she.
"You are not alone?"
"No, I am with Mademoiselle Andree de Taverney."
"Oh, good evening, mademoiselle."
"Good evening, monseigneur."
"Are you going out, madame?" asked he.
"No."
"Then you are going in."
"We wished to do so."
"Have you not called Laurent?"
"Yes, we have, but----"
"But what?"
"You call Laurent, and you will see."
The young man, whom the reader has, perhaps, already recognized as the Comte d"Artois, approached and again called "Laurent."
"I warn you," answered from within the voice of the Suisse, "that if you torment me any more I will go and fetch my commanding officer."
"Who is this?" asked the count, turning round in astonishment to the queen.
"A Swiss who has been subst.i.tuted for Laurent."
"By whom?"
"By the king."
"The king?"
"Yes, he told us so himself."
"And with orders?"
"Most strict, apparently."
"Diable! we must capitulate."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Offer him money."
"I have already done so, and he has refused it."
"Offer him promotion."
"I have offered that also, but he would not listen."
"Then there is but one way."
"What?"
"To make a noise."
"My dear Charles, you will compromise us."
"Not the least in the world; you keep in the background, I will knock like thunder, and shout like a madman; they will open at last, and you can slide in with me."
"Try, then."
The young prince began calling Laurent, knocking at the door and striking with his sword, till at last the Swiss said, "Ah, well! I will call my officer."
"Go and call him, that is just what I want."
They soon heard other steps approaching. The queen and Andree kept close, ready to slip in if the door should open; then they heard the Swiss say, "It is a gentleman, lieutenant, who insists on coming in."
"Well, I suppose that is not astonishing, as we belong to the castle,"
said the count.
"It is no doubt a natural wish, but a forbidden one," replied the officer.
"Forbidden--by whom? morbleu!"
"By the king."
"But the king would not wish an officer of the castle to sleep outside."
"Sir, I am not the judge of that; I have only to obey orders."
"Come, lieutenant, open the door; we cannot talk through this oak."