The Line of Love by James Branch Cabell

When he had come to Puysange, Adhelmar climbed the stairs of the White Turret -- slowly, for he was growing very feeble now -- and so came again to Mélite crouching among the burned-out candles in the slate-colored twilight which heralded dawn.

"He is safe," said Adhelmar. He told Mélite how Hugues was rescued and shipped to England, and how, if she would, she might straightway follow him in a fishing-boat. "For there is likely to be ugly work at Puysange," Adhelmar said, "when the marshal comes. And he will come."