She was a woman of quick impulses, essentially feminine; and she screamed three or four times, standing where she was, her eyes on the edge of the wood.

"If that does not bring her out, nothing will!" she thought.
It brought her.

An instant, and the Countess appeared, and hurried in dismay to her side.
"What is it ?" the younger woman asked, glancing over her shoulder; for all the valley, all the hills were peaceful, and behind Madame St.Lo--but the lady had not discovered it--the servants who had returned were laying the meal.

"What is it ?" she repeated anxiously.
"Who was it ?" Madame St.Lo asked curtly.

She was quite calm now.
"Who was--who ?" "The man in the wood ?" The Countess stared a moment, then laughed.