line!" she exclaimed in horror.

"Mademoiselle!" cried Rougane on the same note. And then, because he
perceived that people detained in this fashion must be in some danger
not yet discernible, but on that account more dreadful, he set his wits
to work. As they were approaching the Hotel Plougastel once more, he
announced that he had solved the problem.

"A passport from without would do equally well," he announced. "Listen,
now, and trust to me. I will go back to Meudon at once. My father
shall give me two permits--one for myself alone, and another for three
persons--from Meudon to Paris and back to Meudon. I reenter Paris with my
own permit, which I then proceed to destroy, and we leave together,
we three, on the strength of the other one, representing ourselves as
having come from Meudon in the course of the day. It is quite simple,
after all. If I go at once, I shall be back to-night."

"But how will you leave?" asked Aline.

"I? Pooh! As to that, have no anxiety. My father is Mayor of Meudon.
There are plenty who know him. I will go to the Hotel de Ville, and tell
them what is, after all, true--that I am caught in Paris by the closing
of the barriers, and that my father is expecting me home this evening.
They will pass me through. It is quite simple."

His confidence uplifted them again. The thing seemed as easy as he
represented it.

"Then let your passport be for four, my friend," madame begged him.
"There is Jacques," she explained, indicating the footman who had just
assisted them to alight.

Rougane departed confident of soon returning, leaving them to await him
with the same confidence. But the hours succeeded one another, the night
closed in, bedtime came, and still there was no sign of his return.

They waited until midnight, each pretending for the other's sake to a
confidence fully sustained, each invaded by vague premonitions of evil,
yet beguiling the time by playing tric-trac in the great salon, as if
they had not a single anxious thought between them.

At last on the stroke of midnight, madame sighed and rose.

"It will be for to-morrow morning," she said, not believing it.

"Of course," Aline agreed. "It would really have been impossible for
him to have returned to-night. And it will be much better to travel
to-morrow. The journey at so late an hour would tire you so much, dear
madame."

Thus they made pretence.

Early in the morning they were awakened by a din of bells--the tocsins
of