'How can we tell what you would do next ?' she asked.

'And I have the household to protect; it is not for myself that I am afraid.' The anger that he had felt toward her died out suddenly.
It was not for herself that she was afraid! She stood a few steps above him; her little candle, flashing its rays into the darkness of the upper and lower halls, made walls and balustrades seem vast by its flickering impotence to oust the darkness.

Surely this girl, towering in her sweeping robe and queenly pose, was made to be loved of men and gods! Hero, carrying her vestal taper in the temple recesses, before ever Leander had crossed the wave, could not have had a larger or more noble form, a more noble and lovely face.
Well, if she chose to tie his arms he would have preferred to have them tied, were it not for the maddening thought that more miscreants than one might be within reach of her, and that they would, if skilled, find the whole household an easy prey.
Madam Morin came back from the room with the open window, making proclamation in the most excited French.
'What do they say ?' asked Courthope of Madge.
The Morin girl was following close to her mother, and Jacques Morin was eagerly discussing their information.
Madge passed Courthope in silence.

They all went to the window to see; Courthope, following in the most absurd helplessness, trailing the end of his binding-cord behind him, brought up the rear of the little procession.

Madge walked straight on into his room, where Madam Morin was again opening the window-shutters.
'They say,' said Madge to Courthope, 'that you have had an accomplice, and that he is gone again; they saw his snow-shoe tracks.' He begged her to make sure that the man was gone, to let him look at the tracks himself and then to search the house thoroughly.