been empty, but unfortunately it was occupied. Two ladies, sleeping in one bed, were awakened by the noise, and fixing their eyes upon the spot whence the sound proceeded, they saw a man. One of these ladies, the fair one, uttered those terrible shrieks which resounded through the house; while the other, rushing to the bell-rope, rang with all her strength. Andrea, as we can see, was surrounded by misfortune.
"For pity's sake," he cried, pale and bewildered, without seeing whom he was addressing,—"for pity's sake do not call assistance! Save me! I will not harm you."
"Andrea, the murderer!" cried one of the ladies.
"Eugénie! Mademoiselle Danglars!" exclaimed Andrea, stupefied.
"Help! help!" cried Mademoiselle d'Armilly, taking the bell from her companion's hand, and ringing it yet more violently.
"Save me, I am pursued!" said Andrea, clasping his hands. "For pity, for mercy's sake do not deliver me up!"
"It is too late, they are coming," said Eugénie.
"Well, conceal me somewhere, you can say you were needlessly alarmed; you can turn their suspicions and save my life!"
The two ladies pressing closely to one another, and drawing the bed-clothes tightly round them, remained silent to this supplicating voice, all their repugnance, all their fear, rose in their imaginations.
"Well! be it so," at length said Eugénie; "return by the same road you came, and we will say nothing about you, unhappy wretch."
"Here he is! here he is!" cried a voice in the landing-place, "here he is! I see him!"
The brigadier had put his eye to the key-hole, and had perceived Andrea standing and entreating. A violent blow from the butt end of the musket burst open the lock, two more forced out the bolts, and the broken door fell in. Andrea ran to the other door, leading to the gallery, ready to rush out; but he was stopped short; and he stood with his body a little thrown back, pale, and with the useless knife in his clinched hand.
"Fly, then!" cried Mademoiselle d'Armilly, whose pity returned as her fears diminished; "fly!"
"Or kill yourself!" said Eugénie (in a tone which a vestal in a circus would have used, while ordering the victorious gladiator to finish his vanquished adversary). Andrea shuddered, and looked on the young girl with an expression which proved how little he understood such ferocious honor.
"Kill myself!" he cried, throwing down his knife; "why should I do so?"
"Why, you said," answered Mademoiselle Danglars, "that you would be condemned to die like the worst criminals."
