We had not ten servants, the Vicomte having taken a score of the sturdiest lackeys and keepers to attend him at Bayonne.

And we felt immensely responsible.

Our main hope was that the Vidame would at once go on to Paris, and postpone his vengeance.
So again and again we cast longing glances at the House of the Wolf hoping that each symptom of bustle heralded his departure.
Consequently it was a shock to me, and a great downfall of hopes, when Gil with a grave face came to me on the terrace and announced that M.
le Vidame was at the gate, asking to see Mademoiselle.
"It is out of the question that he should see her," the old servant added, scratching his head in grave perplexity.
"Most certainly.

I will see him instead," I answered stoutly.

"Do you leave Francis and another at the gate, Gil.