to look much in
maids' faces, leaving that to younger men; and Mademoiselle de
Figeac's, though beautiful, was disfigured on this occasion by the
marked distress under which she was labouring. Accustomed as I was to
the visits of persons of all classes and characters who came to me
daily with petitions, I should have been disposed to cut her short, but
for my wife's intimation that her errand had to do with the matter
which annoyed me. This, as well as a trifle of curiosity--from which
none are quite free--inclined me to be patient; and I asked her what
she would have with me.
"Justice, M. le Duc," she answered simply. "I have heard that you are
seeking M. de Vilain, and that one of your people is lying under
sentence for complicity in his escape."
"That is true, mademoiselle," I said. "If you can tell me--"
"I can tell you how he escaped, and by whose aid," she answered.
It is my custom to betray no astonishment, even when I am astonished.
"Do so," I said.
"He escaped through the window," she answered firmly, "by my brother's
aid."
"Your brother's?" I exclaimed, amazed at her audacity. "I do not
remember him."
"He is only thirteen years old."
I could hide my astonishment no longer. "You must be mad, girl!" I
said, "mad! You do not know what you are saying! The window of the
room in which Vilain was confined is fifty feet from the ground, and
you say that your brother, a boy of thirteen, contrived his escape?"
"Yes, M. de Sully," she answered. "And the man who is about to suffer
is innocent."
"How was it done, then?" I asked, not knowing what to think of her
persistence.
"My brother was flying a kite that day," she answered. "He had been
doing so for a week or more, and everyone was accustomed to seeing him
here. After sunset, the wind being favourable, he came under M. de
Vilain's window, and, when it was nearly dark, and the servants and
household were at supper, he guided the kite against the balcony
outside the window."
"But a man cannot descend by a kite-string!"
"My brother had a knotted rope, which M. de Vilain drew up," she
answered simply; "and afterwards, when he had descended, disengaged."
I looked at her in profound amazement.
"Your brother acted on instructions?" I said at last.
"On mine," she answered.
"You avow that?"
"I am here to do so," she replied, her face white and red by turns, but
her eyes continuing to meet mine.
"This is a very serious
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