He went straight to the young man.
"Well ?" he asked.
"Well, I didn't roll my stone entirely for nothing." "Did you see any ghosts ?" "At any rate I saw something that resembled one very closely." "Come, tell me all about it." "I see you won't be able to sleep, or at best only fitfully, if I don't.
Here's what happened, in a nutshell." And Roland gave him a minute account of the night's adventure.
"Excellent," said Sir John, when Roland had finished.

"I hope you have left something for me to do." "I am even afraid," answered Roland, "that I have left you the hardest part." Then, as Sir John went over each detail, asking many questions about the localities, he said: "Listen, Sir John.

We will pay the Chartreuse a visit in broad daylight after breakfast, which will not interfere in the least with your night-watch.

On the contrary, it will acquaint you with the localities.
Only you must tell no one." "Oh!" exclaimed Sir John, "do I look like a gabbler ?" "No, that's true," cried Roland laughing, "you are not a gabbler, but I am a ninny." So saying, he entered his bedchamber.
After breakfast the two young men sauntered down the slopes of the garden, as if to take a walk along the banks of the Reissouse.

Then they bore to the left, swung up the hill for about forty paces, struck into the highroad, and crossed the woods, till they reached the convent wall at the very place where Roland had climbed over it on the preceding night.
"My lord," said Roland, "this is the way." "Very well," replied Sir John, "let us take it." Slowly, with a wonderful strength of wrist, which betokened a man well trained in gymnastics, the Englishman seized the coping of the wall, swung himself to the top, and dropped down on the other side.