And when the rider, behind whom he sat, pointed to a faint spark of light, at no great distance before them, and whispered that it was St.
Agnes's Chapel, hard by the inn, he could have cried with the best Catholic of them all, "Inter pontem et fontem, Domine!" Nay, some such words did pass his lips.
For the man before him turned halfway in his saddle.

"What ?" he asked.
But the Huguenot did not explain..