He must have slept soundly.

He looked for his master.

He and Virginie had recognized each other now,--hearts, as well as appearance.

They were smiling into each other's faces, as if that dull, vaulted room in the grim Abbaye were the sunny gardens of Versailles, with music and festivity all abroad.

Apparently they had much to say to each other; for whispered questions and answers never ceased.
"Virginie had made a sling for the poor broken arm; nay, she had obtained two splinters of wood in some way, and one of their fellow-prisoners--having, it appeared, some knowledge of surgery--had set it.