I hear voices, which probably betoken the departure of Monsieur Miste." The sound, indeed, came distinctly enough to our ears, but it was of one voice only, the benevolent tones of the Vicomte de Clericy, followed by his pleasant laugh.

If Miste made reply, the words must have been uttered softly, for I heard them not.

I opened the door, and mademoiselle led the way.
A man was descending the broad staircase which I had lately mounted--a slim man, who stepped gently.

He did not turn, but continued his way, disappearing in the gloom of the large entrance hall.

I gathered a quick impression of litheness and a noiseless footfall, of a sleek, black head, and something stirring within me, which was stronger than curiosity.