"And yet I think I have seen you." "You saw me a week last Sunday," the stranger answered sorrowfully.

"My name is La Tribe.

I preached that day, Mademoiselle, before the King of Navarre.

I believe that you were there." For a moment she stared at him in silence, her lips parted.

Then she laughed, a laugh which set the teeth on edge.
"Oh, he is clever!" she cried.