Thus, only by breaking it could egress be obtained, and the breaking of it could not be effected without such a noise as must arouse "Battista." Under Garnache's instructions the comedy was carried a little further.
Mademoiselle affected for her gaoler a most unconquerable aversion, and this she took pains to proclaim.
One morning, three days after her attempted escape, she was taking the air in the garden of Condillac, "Battista," ever watchful, a few paces behind her, when suddenly she was joined by Marius--a splendid, graceful figure in a riding-suit of brown velvet and biscuit-coloured hose, his points tipped with gold, his long boots of the finest marroquin leather, his liver-coloured hound at his heels.

It was the last day of October, but the weather, from cold and wet that it had been for the past fortnight, had taken on a sudden improvement.

The sun shone, the air was still and warm, and but for the strewn leaves and the faint smell of decay with which the breath of autumn is ever laden, one might have fancied it a day of early spring.
It was not Valerie's wont to pause when Marius approached.

Since she might not prevent him from walking where he listed, she had long since abandoned the futility of bidding him begone when he came near her.

But, at least, she had never stopped in her walk, never altered its pace; she had suffered what she might not avoid, but she had worn the outward air of suffering it with indifference.