“Ay!” said he, “I see; but you shall not kill me today.  You have no longer a weapon; and besides, I am on my guard.  You had begun to pervert my poor Felton.  He was yielding to your infernal influence; but I will save him.  He will never see you again; all is over.  Get your clothes together.  Tomorrow you will go.  I had fixed the embarkation for the twenty-fourth; but I have reflected that the more promptly the affair takes place the more sure it will be.  Tomorrow, by twelve o’clock, I shall have the order for your exile, signed, Buckingham.  If you speak a single word to anyone before going aboard ship, my sergeant will blow your brains out.  He has orders to do so.  If when on the ship you speak a single word to anyone before the captain permits you, the captain will have you thrown into the sea.  That is agreed upon.

“Au Revoir; then; that is all I have to say today.  Tomorrow I will see you again, to take my leave.”  With these words the baron went out.  Milady had listened to all this menacing tirade with a smile of disdain on her lips, but rage in her heart.

Supper was served.  Milady felt that she stood in need of all her strength.  She did not know what might take place during this night which approached so menacingly—­for large masses of cloud rolled over the face of the sky, and distant lightning announced a storm.

The storm broke about ten o’clock.  Milady felt a consolation in seeing nature partake of the disorder of her heart.  The thunder growled in the air like the passion and anger in her thoughts.  It appeared to her that the blast as it swept along disheveled her brow, as it bowed the branches of the trees and bore away their leaves.  She howled as the hurricane howled; and her voice was lost in the great voice of nature, which also seemed to groan with despair.

All at once she heard a tap at her window, and by the help of a flash of lightning she saw the face of a man appear behind the bars.

She ran to the window and opened it.

“Felton!” cried she.  “I am saved.”

“Yes,” said Felton; “but silence, silence!  I must have time to file through these bars.  Only take care that I am not seen through the wicket.”

“Oh, it is a proof that the Lord is on our side, Felton,” replied Milady.  “They have closed up the grating with a board.”

“That is well; God has made them senseless,” said Felton.

“But what must I do?” asked Milady.

“Nothing, nothing, only shut the window.  Go to bed, or at least lie down in your clothes.  As soon as I have done I will knock on one of the panes of glass.  But will you be able to follow me?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Your wound?”

“Gives me pain, but will not prevent my walking.”

“Be ready, then, at the first signal.”

Milady shut the window, extinguished the lamp, and went, as Felton had desired her, to lie down on the bed.  Amid the moaning of the storm she heard the grinding of the file upon the bars, and by the light of every flash she perceived the shadow of Felton through the panes.