He saw such a chance as was not likely to occur again.

He rose with feigned nonchalance, and saying, "I leave you in good hands; angel visitors are best enjoyed alone," slowly retired, with a deep obeisance.

Once outside the door, dignity vanished in alacrity; he flew off into the park, and ran as hard as he could towards the chateau.
He was within fifty yards of the little gate, when sure enough Rose emerged.

They met; his heart beat violently.

"Mademoiselle," he faltered.
"Ah! it is Monsieur Riviere, I declare," said Rose, coolly; all over blushes though.
"Yes, mademoiselle, and I am so out of breath.