ognize her."

"And the man also?"

"Yes; if he is not troublesome."

"But if he is?"

"Do with him what you would do with a stone which is in your way--throw
it away."

"Good, monseigneur."

While the two conspirators formed their plans, Henri went up and woke
Remy. He knocked at the door in a peculiar fashion, and it was almost
immediately opened by Diana. Behind Remy she perceived Henri.

"Good-evening, monsieur," said she, with a smile which had long been
foreign to her face.

"Oh! pardon me, madame," said Henri, "for intruding on you; but I come
to make my adieux."

"Your adieux, comte; you are going?"

"To France, madame."

"And you leave us?"

"I am forced to do so; my duty is to obey the prince."

"The prince; is there a prince here?" asked Remy.

"Yes, M. le Duc d'Anjou, who was believed dead, and who has been
miraculously saved, has joined us."

Diana uttered a terrible cry, and Remy turned as pale as though he had
been suddenly struck with death.

"The Duc d'Anjou living!" cried Diana. "The Duc d'Anjou here?"

"Had he not been here, madame, and ordered me to follow him, I should
have accompanied you to the convent into which you tell me you are about
to retire."

"Yes, yes," said Remy; "the convent;" and he put his finger on his lip.

"I would have accompanied you the more willingly, madame." said Henri;
"because I fear that you may be annoyed by the prince's people."--"How
so?"

"Yes; I believe that he knows there is a lady here, and he thinks that
she is a friend of mine."

"And what makes you think so?"

"Our young ensign saw him place a ladder against this window and look
in."

"Oh!" cried Diana; "mon Dieu! mon Dieu!"

"Reassure yourself, madame! he heard him say that he did not know you.
Besides, the duke is going to set off at once--in a quarter of an hour
you will be alone and free. Permit me to salute you with respect, and to
tell you once more, that till my last sigh, my heart will beat for you
and with you. Adieu, madame, adieu." And the comte, bowing, took two
steps back.

"No, no!" cried Diana, wildly, "no, God cannot have done this! He cannot
have brought this man to life again; no, monsieur, you must be wrong, he
is dead."

At this moment, as if in reply, the duke's voice was heard calling from
below:

"Comte, we are waiting for you."

"You hear him, madame," said Henri. "For the last time, adieu."

And pressing Remy's hand, he flew down the staircase. Di