“In the meanwhile,” he continued, “convey me to the little bay of—; you know it was agreed you should put in there.”

The captain replied by ordering the necessary manœuvres, and toward seven o’clock in the morning the little vessel was casting anchor in the designated bay.

During this passage Felton related everything to milady—how, instead of going to London, he had hired the little vessel; how he had returned; how he had scaled the wall by fastening cramps in the interstices of the stones as he ascended, to give him foothold; and how, when he had reached the bars, he fastened his ladder. Milady knew the rest.

Milady tried to encourage Felton in his project, but at the first words that issued from her mouth she plainly saw that the young fanatic stood more in need of being moderated than urged on.

It was agreed that milady should wait for Felton till ten o’clock. If he did not return by ten o’clock, she was to sail without him.

Then, in case he was free, he was to rejoin her in France, at the convent of the Carmelites, at Béthune.