That were a clumsy way of punishing you, and I know a better way.

I should go to the Captain, Mademoiselle, and tell him whose horse is locked up in the inn stable.

A trooper told me--as someone had told him--that it belonged to one of his officers; but I looked through the crack, and I knew the horse again.' She could not repress a groan.

I waited; still she did not speak.
'Shall I go to the Captain ?' I said ruthlessly.
She shook the hood back from her face and looked at me.
'Oh, you coward! you coward!' she hissed through her teeth.

'If I had a knife!' 'But you have not, Mademoiselle,' I answered, unmoved.