'Now?
It is impossible.' 'No,' I murmured, 'not now, but to-night.

The moon rises at half-past two.

My horses need rest and food.

At three I will be below this window with the means of escape, if mademoiselle choose to use them.' I felt that they were staring at me through the dusk, as though they would read my breast.

'Your name, sir ?' the shorter figure murmured at last, after a pause which was full of suspense and excitement.
'I do not think my name of much import at present, Mademoiselle,' I answered, reluctant to proclaim myself a stranger.