We paid for that later.
"He is the devil in person!" I exclaimed angrily, shaking my fist at the House of the Wolf, as I strode up and down impatiently.

"I hate him worse!" "So do I!" said Croisette, mildly.

"But that he hates us is a matter of more importance.

At any rate we will close the shoot." "Wait a moment!" I replied, as after another volley of complaints directed at our visitor, the lad was moving off to see to it.

"What is going on down there ?" "Upon my word, I believe he is leaving us!" Croisette rejoined sharply.
For there was a noise of hoofs below us, clattering on the pavement.
Half-a-dozen horsemen were issuing from the House of the Wolf, the ring of their bridles and the sound of their careless voices coming up to us through the clear morning air Bezers' valet, whom we knew by sight, was the last of them.