We had just disposed of the supper prepared by Giton, when there came a timid rapping at the door.

We turned pale.

"Who is there ?" we asked.
"Open and you will find out," came the answer.

While we were speaking, the bar fell down of its own accord, the doors flew open and admitted our visitor.

She was the selfsame young lady of the covered head who had but a little while before stood by the peasant's side.