"I beseech you, father," she begged.
He shuddered all over. An unspeakable expression of suffering and anguish contracted his features; and, speaking in a scarcely intelligible voice:
"Ah! you are cruelly protracting my agony," he stammered. "What do you ask of me?"
"You must fly," declared M. Desclavettes.
"Which way? How? Do you not think that every precaution has been taken, that every issue is closely watched?"
Maxence interrupted him with a gesture:
"The windows in sisters room, father," said he, "open upon the courtyard of the adjoining house."
"Yes; but here we are up two pairs of stairs."
