"Only the old soldier they call Badelon, gathering simples.

Did you think that he would harm me ?" "It was not old Badelon whom I saw!" Madame St.Lo retorted.

"It was a younger man, who crept along the other side of the brook, keeping under cover.

When I first saw him he was there," she continued, pointing to the place.

"And he crept on and on until he came opposite to you.