And looking swiftly round, I saw mademoiselle's face thrust through the hole in the door.
Her eyes sparkled with a fierce light, her lips were red beyond the ordinary, and her hair, loosened and thrown into disorder by her exertions, fell in thick masses about her white cheeks, and gave her the aspect of a war-witch, such as they tell of in my country of Brittany.
'Good sword!' she cried again, and clapped her hands.
'But better board, mademoiselle!' I answered gaily.

Like most of the men of my province, I am commonly melancholic, but I have the habit of growing witty at such times as these.

'Now, M.Fresnoy,' I continued, 'I am waiting your convenience.

Must I put on my cloak to keep myself warm ?' He answered by a curse, and stood looking at me irresolutely.

'If you will come down,' he said.
'Send your man away and I will come,' I answered briskly.