But I was heartily glad when it was over, and I found myself, at last, left alone for the night in a little garret--a mere fowl-house--upstairs, formed by the roof and gable walls, and hung with strings of apples and chestnuts.

It was a poor sleeping-place--rough, chilly, and unclean.

I ascended to it by a ladder; my cloak and a little fern formed my only bed.

But I was glad to accept it, for it enabled me to be alone and to think out the position unwatched.
Of course M.de Cocheforet was at the Chateau.

He had left his horse here, and gone up on foot; probably that was his usual plan.