But all was still, save the sound of voices in the distance.

When they came in sight of the carriage, the driver began to bum carelessly to himself, "Who goes there?
Stranger, quickly tell!" "A friend.

Good night,"-- sang the disguised Madame, in the same well-known tune of challenge and reply.

The carriage door was instantly opened, they entered, and the horses started at a brisk pace.

At the house where the driver stopped, they were received as expected guests.