Permit me to see you home.' She shuddered, and I thought that I heard her sob, but she did not answer.

Instead, she turned and walked quickly through the village in the direction of the Chateau, keeping in the shadow of the houses.

I carried the pitcher and walked close to her, beside her; and in the dark I smiled.

I knew how shame and impotent rage were working in her.

This was something like revenge! Presently I spoke.
'Well, Mademoiselle,' I said, 'where are your grooms ?' She gave me one look, her eyes blazing with anger, her face like hate itself; and after that I said no more, but left her in peace, and contented myself with walking at her shoulder until we came to the end of the village, where the track to the great house plunged into the wood.