Antoinette watched the cows grazing, and stroked the smooth, glossy leaves of a yellow gentian with the end of her parasol.

M.Moriaz busied himself with neither the cows nor the yellow gentian--he thought of M.Camille Langis, and felt more than a little guilty in that quarter; he had not written to him, having nothing satisfactory to tell him.

He could see the young man waiting in vain, at the Hotel Steinbock.

To pass a fortnight at Chur is a torture that the most robust constitution scarcely can endure, and it is an increased torture to watch every evening and every morning for a letter that never comes.

M.Moriaz resolved to open hostilities, to begin a new assault on the impregnable place.