While both were palpitating with fright, the handle of the door was
tried, and a voice announced that the apprentice was without.
"All is lost!" he cried, speaking through the keyhole; "the king is
here, and is accompanied by the Earl of Rochester and other
profligates."
"The king!" exclaimed Amabel, joyfully; "then I am no longer
apprehensive."
"As yet, no inquiries have been made after you," continued Leonard,
unconscious of the effect produced by his intelligence, "but it is
evident they know you are here. Be prepared, therefore."
"I _am_ prepared," rejoined Amabel. And as she spoke, she threw open the
door and admitted Leonard. "Do not stay with us," she added to him. "In
case of need, I will throw myself on his majesty's protection."
"It will avail you little," rejoined Leonard, distrustfully.
"I do not think so," said Amabel, confidently. "I have faith in his
acknowledged kindness of heart."
"Perhaps you are right," returned Leonard. "Mrs. Buscot is at present
with his majesty in the receiving-room. Will you not make fast your
door?"
"No," replied Amabel, firmly; "if the king will not defend me, I will
defend myself."
Leonard glanced at her with admiration, but he said nothing.
"Is Sir Paul Parravicin here?" asked Nizza Macascree, with great
anxiety.
"I have not seen him," replied Leonard; "and I have carefully examined
the countenances of all the king's attendants.
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