Besides, M.de Tavannes is waiting for us." "And M.de Tignonville--is following us!" Madame St.Lo muttered under her breath.

And she made a face at the other's back.
She was silent, however.

They returned to the others and nothing of import, it would seem, had happened.

The soft summer air played on the meal laid under the willows as it had played on the meal of yesterday laid under the chestnut-trees.

The horses grazed within sight, moving now and again, with a jingle of trappings or a jealous neigh: the women's chatter vied with the unceasing sound of the mill-stream.