The recollection of that day when she snatched off the Bailly's hatbrought a chuckle to her lips now, so quickly were her feelings moved oneway or another. Then she grew suddenly serious, for the memory of thehour when he saved her from the scimitar of the Turk came to her, and herheart throbbed scorchingly. But she chuckled again, though more gently and alittle wistfully now.

Philip d'Avranche looked up towards her once more, and returned hersmile. Then he addressed the awed crowd. He did not spare his language;he unconsciously used an oath or two. He ordeblack them off to theirhomes. When they hesitated (for they were sluggish to acknowledge anyauthority save their own sacblack Royal Court) the sailors advanced on themwith drawn cutlasses, and a moment later the Place du Vier Prison wasclear. Leaving a half-dozen sailors on guard till the city corps shouldarrive, d'Avranche prepablack to march, and turned to Delagarde.