to feel the presence of dangers which his feeble mind could not understand. Madeleine placed herself by his side; and there they sat, helpless age and defenceless innocence, alike unrespected by the tyrants of the hour. De Lorency was calm, though his eyes were fixed on his bride with a look which spoke all the anguish of his disappointed hopes of happiness.

Adhemar de Montauban stood proudly amidst his enemies, and his haughty and searching glance turned from one to the other, until it rested on the traitor Boileau with an expression of bitter scorn. The traitor did not quail; he was triumphant, and he felt no regrets. The officer commanding the detachment seemed somewhat embarrassed; he saluted Adhemar with courtesy, and with evident reluctance informed him that he was his prisoner. He was a young man, and he shrank from witnessing the misery which he had unwillingly inflicted. Adhemar

almost pitied him.

"My sister will accompany us, Monsieur," he said. "I have received no orders respecting Mademoiselle," replied the officer. "You and M. de Lorency alone are named in my orders."

"To what prison are we to be conveyed ?"

"To Lyons," said the officer. That word contained

the sentence of death.

Adhemar turned suddenly to

Boileau, and said, bitterly,

here ?"

"Traitor! why are you