We brought a lantern, although it is a moon.

It is better.
Besides, it is always done by those who conspire.

And Albert had his great cloak, and he fell up a step in the courtyard and dropped the lantern, and lost it in the long grass.

I left him looking for it, in the dark.

He was not afraid, my brave Albert!" "He has the dauntless heart of his mother," murmured the Abbe, gracefully, as he ran round the table setting the chairs in order.