Shall I tell you who penned that note, and who awaits you?
The Marquis Cesar de St.Auban." She shuddered as I pronounced the name, then, looking me straight between the eyes--"How come you to know these things ?" she inquired.
"What does it signify, since I know them ?" "This, Monsieur, that unless I learn how, I can attach no credit to your preposterous story." "Not credit it!" I cried.

"Let me assure you that I have spoken the truth; let me swear it.

Go to the coppice at the appointed time, and things will fall out as I have predicted." "Again, Monsieur, how know you this ?" she persisted, as women will.
"I may not tell you." We stood close together, and her clear grey eyes met mine, her lip curling in disdain.
"You may not tell me?
You need not.

I can guess." And she tossed her shapely head and laughed.

"Seek some likelier story, Monsieur.