look in, hoping
it might be L'Ouverture himself."

"He is asleep in a room near. I will waken him. You are not afraid to
stay here a few moments, while I am gone?"

"Oh, no."

"He may wish to question you himself."

"Tell him," said Afra, speaking rapidly, "that the mulattoes are jealous
of him, because they think he wants to have all the power in his own
hands. They say--`There go the ships! There are no whites in power
now. So much the better! But here is Raymond displaced, and
L'Ouverture is all in all. We shall have every office filled with
blacks; and the only chance for our degraded colour is in the fields or
in the removal of this black.' Tell him this: but oh! be sure you tell
him my father and I do not agree in one word of it."

"She would do anything in the world to save him," said Euphrosyne.

"You are dear as a daughter to him," said Monsieur Pascal, with eyes of
love, as he left them.

"I wish I was sure of that," said Afra. "But what can be done,
Euphrosyne? He has no guard! And my father is not here, nor any one to
help us! I fancy every moment I hear them coming."

"I am not much afraid," said Euphrosyne, her teeth chattering all the
while. "He is so powerful! He never seems to want anybody to protect--
scarcely to help him."

"But asleep! After midnight! Think of it! If they should seize him
and bind him before he is awake!"

This fear was removed by his appearance, dressed, and like himself. He
smiled at the girls, offered them each an arm, and said he had a sight
to show them, if they would look at it without speaking. He led them in
the dark to a window, whence they looked down upon a courtyard, which
was full of soldiers, awake and armed. In another moment, Toussaint was
conducting them along the corridors, towards their own apartments, "You
knew!" whispered Afra. "We need not have come. I believe you always
know everything."

"I suspected a plan to prevent the publishing of the amnesty to-morrow,
and the filling up the offices of the colony with blacks. I suspected,
but was not certain. Your intelligence has confirmed me."

"What will happen?" asked Euphrosyne, trembling. "Will anybody be
killed?"

"Not to-night, I trust. You may go to rest secure that no blood will be
spilled to-night; and to-morrow, you know, is a holy-day. If you hear a
step in the corridor of this your wing, do not be alarmed. I am going
to send one of my own guard."

He left them