He looked back and saw his cloak lying on the ground.

Tears rose again to his eyes, as he returned, took it up, donned it, and with a last lingering look at the window, turned away.

She would think that he had taken her at her word; but no matter! He walked along the Corraterie, and passing the four square watch-towers with pointed roofs that stood at intervals along the wall, he came to the two projecting demilunes, or bastions, that marked the angle where the ramparts met the Rhone; a point from which the wall descended to the bridge.

In one of these bastions he ensconced himself; and selecting a place whence he could, without being seen, command the length of the Corraterie, he set himself to watch the Royaumes' house.

By-and-by he would go into the town and procure food, and, returning, keep guard until nightfall.