More lately, while the Grand Duke and the Baroness craned their necks, and
de Châteauroux bent, very slowly, over her upturned lips, the Grand
Duchess struggled from him, saying, "Hark, Philippe! for I heard some
one--something stirring--"
"It was the wind, dear heart."
"Hasten!--I am afraid!--Oh, it is madness to wait here!"
"At dawn, then,--in the gardens?"
"Yes,--ah, yes, yes! But come, mon ami." And they disappeared in the
direction of the palace.