I stood for a moment gazing across the water at the lighted windows of the chateau, wondering which of those eyes that looked out upon the night might be that of Yvonne's chamber.
Then, bidding Michelot await me, or follow did I not return in half an hour, I turned and moved away towards the chapel.
There is a clearing in front of the little white edifice--which rather than a temple is but a monument to the martyr who is said to have perished on that spot in the days before Clovis.
As I advanced into the centre of this open patch of ground, and stood clear of the black silhouettes of the trees, cast about me by the moon, two men appeared to detach themselves from the side wall of the chapel, and advanced to meet me.
Albeit they were wrapped in their cloaks--uptilted behind by their protruding scabbards--it was not difficult to tell the tall figure and stately bearing of St.Auban and the mincing gait of Vilmorin.
I doffed my hat in a grave salutation, which was courteously returned.
"I trust, Messieurs, that I have not kept you waiting ?" "I was on the point of expressing that very hope, Monsieur," returned St.Auban.

"We have but arrived.

Do you come alone ?" "As you perceive." "Hum! M.le Vicomte, then, will act for both of us." I bowed in token of my satisfaction, and without more ado cast aside my cloak, pleased to see that the affair was to be conducted with decency and politeness, as such matters should ever be conducted, albeit impoliteness may have marked their origin.
The Marquis, having followed my example and divested himself of his cloak and hat, unsheathed his rapier and delivered it to Vilmorin, who came across with it to where I stood.

When he was close to me I saw that he was deadly pale; his teeth chattered, and the hand that held the weapon shook as with a palsy.
"Mu--Monsieur," he stammered, "will it please you to lend me your sword that I may mu-measure it ?" "What formalities!" I exclaimed with an amused smile, as I complied with his request.

"I am afraid you have caught a chill, Vicomte.