To-morrow he would go there: he had much to say to Madame Chalice.

The moon was lying off above the edge of hills, looking out on the world complacently, like an indulgent janitor scanning the sleepy street from his doorway.
He was abruptly drawn from his reverie by the entrance of Lagroin into the little garden; and he followed the old man through the open doorway.
All was dark, but as they stepped within they heard some one move.
Presently a match was struck, and Elise came forward with a candle raised level with her dusky head.

Lagroin looked at her in indignant astonishment.
"Do you not see who is here, girl ?" he demanded.

"Your Excellency!" she said confusedly to Valmond, and, bowing, offered him a chair.
"You must pardon her, sire," said the old sergeant.

"She has never been taught, and she's a wayward wench." Valmond waved his hand.