The colour ebbed from her cheeks. In spite of herself her shaking hand

put back the packet. "Had you not better then--give it to Bigot?" she

faltered.

"He is bathing."

"Let him bathe afterwards."

"No," he answered almost harshly; he found a species of pleasure in

showing her that, strange as their relations were, he trusted her. "No;

take it, Madame. Only have a care of it."

She took it then, hid it in her dress, and he turned away; and she turned

towards the boat. La Tribe stood beside the stern, holding it for her to

enter, and as her fingers rested an instant on his arm their eyes met.

His were alight, his arm even quivered; and she shuddered.

She avoided looking at him a second time, and this was easy, since he

took his seat in the bows beyond Carlat, who handled the oars. Silently

the boat glided out on the surface of the stream, and floated downwards,

Carlat now and again touching an oar, and Madame St. Lo chattering gaily

in a voice which carried far on the water. Now it was a flowering rush

she must have, now a green bough to shield her face from the sun's

reflection; and now they must lie in some cool, shadowy pool under fern-

clad banks, where the fish rose heavily, and the trickle of a rivulet

fell down over stones.

It was idyllic. But not to the Countess. Her face burned, her temples

throbbed, her fingers gripped the side of the boat in the vain attempt to

steady her pulses. The packet within her dress scorched her. The great

city and its danger, Tavannes and his faith in her, the need of action,

the irrevocableness of action hurried through her brain. The knowledge

that she must act now--or never--pressed upon her with distracting force.

Her hand felt the packet, and fell again nerveless.

"The sun has caught you, ma mie," Madame St. Lo said. "You should ride

in a mask as I do."

"I have not one with me," she muttered, her eyes on the water.

"And I but an old one. But at Angers--"

The Countess heard no more; on that word she caught La Tribe's eye. He

was beckoning to her behind Carlat's back, pointing imperiously to the

water, making signs to her to drop the packet over the side. When she

did not obey--she felt sick and faint--she saw through a mist his brow

grow dark. He menaced her secretly. And still the packet scorched her;

and twice her hand went to it, and dropped again empty.

On a sudden Madame St. Lo cried out. The bank on one side of the stream

was beginning to rise more boldly above the water, and at the head of the

steep thus formed she had espied a late rosebush in bloom; nothing would

now serve but she must land at once and plunder it. The boat was put in

therefore, she jumped ashore, and began to scale the bank.




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