"It's bed for me to-night.

It's so cold they will send but half the rounds." "Whose order is that ?" asked a scholar at Claude's table.
"Messer Blondel's." "Shows his sense!" the goodwife cried roundly.

"A good man, and knows when to watch and when to ha' done!" Claude said nothing, but he rose with burning cheeks, paid his share--it was seven o'clock--and, passing out, made his way back.

It should be said that in addition to the Tertasse Gate, two lesser gates, the Treille on the one hand and the Monnaye on the other, led from the town proper to the Corraterie; and this time he chose to go out by the Treille.

Having ascertained that the guard-room there also was almost denuded of men, he passed along the Corraterie to his bastion, hugging the houses on his right, and giving the wall a wide berth.