'When--' 'Your name, your name, sir!' she repeated imperiously, and I heard her little heel rap upon the stone floor of the balcony.
'Gaston de Marsac,' I answered unwillingly.
They both started, and cried out together.

'Impossible!' the last speaker exclaimed, amazement and anger in her tone, 'This is a jest, sir.

This--' What more she would have said I was left to guess, for at that moment her attendant I had no doubt now which was mademoiselle and which Fanchette--suddenly laid her hand on her mistress's mouth and pointed to the room behind them.

A second's suspense, and with a wanting gesture the two turned and disappeared through the window.
I lost no time in regaining the shelter of the trees; and concluding, though I was far from satisfied with the interview, that I could do nothing more now, but might rather, by loitering in the neighbourhood, awaken suspicion, I remounted and made for the highway and the village, where I found my men in noisy occupation of the inn, a poor place, with unglazed windows, and a fire in the middle of the earthen floor.
My first care wets to stable the Cid in a shed at the back, where I provided for its wants as far as I could with the aid of a half-naked boy, who seemed to be in hiding there.
This done, I returned to the front of the house, having pretty well made up my mind how I would set about the task before me.

As I passed one of the windows, which was partially closed by a rude curtain made of old sacks, I stopped to look in.