CHAPTER III.
HE SHOWS HIMSELF I too, looked at the cottage, and made a discovery that surprised me at one of the upper windows.
If I could be sure that the moon had not deceived me, the most beautiful face that I had ever seen was looking down on us--and it was the face of a man! By the uncertain light I could discern the perfection of form in the features, and the expression of power which made it impossible to mistake the stranger for a woman, although his hair grew long and he was without either moustache or beard.

He was watching us intently; he neither moved nor spoke when we looked up at him.
"Evidently the lodger," I whispered to Cristel.

"What a handsome man!" She tossed her head contemptuously: my expression of admiration seemed to have irritated her.
"I didn't want him to see you!" she said.

"The lodger persecutes me with his attentions; he's impudent enough to be jealous of me." She spoke without even attempting to lower her voice.

I endeavored to warn her.