"Now," said Captain Saucier desperately, "tante-gra'mere must be roused
and carried up."
"Yes, the feather beds are all piled together for her, with fresh linen
sheets and all her cushions; but," gasped madame his wife, "she has
never before been waked in the night. Is it not better to send Angelique
to bring her by degrees into a frame of mind for being removed?"
"There is no time. I have left her till the last minute, hoping she
might wake."
They made a procession into her chamber, Angelique and Peggy carrying
candles, the grand-nephew and grand-niece ready for a conflict. Waters
booming against the house, and already making river coves of familiar
rooms, were scarcely more to be dreaded than the obstinate will of a
creature as small as a child.
Angelique lifted a ruffle of tante-gra'mere's nightcap and whispered in
her ear. She stirred, and struck out with one hand, encountering the
candle flame. That brought her upright, staring with indignant black
eyes at the conclave.
"Dear tante-gra'mere, we are in danger.
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