'If your servant is dead so is my comrade.' 'Captain Larolle ?' she murmured, gazing with startled eyes, not at him but at me.
I nodded.
'How ?' she asked.
'Clon flung the Captain and himself--into the river pool above the bridge,' I said.
She uttered a low cry of awe and stood silent; but her lips moved and I think that she prayed for Clon, though she was a Huguenot.

Meanwhile, I had a fright.

The lanthorn, swinging in the sergeant's hand, and throwing its smoky light now on the stone seat, now on the rough wall above it, showed me something else.

On the seat, doubtless where Mademoiselle's hand had lain as she sat in the dark, listening and watching and shivering, stood a pitcher of food.

Beside her, in that place, it was damning evidence, and I trembled least the Lieutenant's eye should fall upon it, lest the sergeant should see it; and then, in a moment, I forgot all about it.