I am full of fears for him, monsieur." "And I," said Garnache, "am full of hope that we shall have news of him at any moment." That he was well justified of his hope was to be proven before they were many days older.

Meanwhile Garnache continued to play his part of gaoler to the entire satisfaction and increased confidence of the Condillacs, what time he waited patiently for the appointed night when it should be his friend Arsenio's turn to take the guard.
On that fateful Wednesday "Battista" sought out--as had now become his invariable custom--his compatriot as soon as the time of his noontide rest was come, the hour at which they dined at Condillac.

He found Arsenio sunning himself in the outer courtyard, for it seemed that year that as the winter approached the warmth increased.

Never could man remember such a Saint Martin's Summer as was this.
In so far as the matter of their impending flight was concerned, "Battista" was as brief as he could be.
"Is all well ?" he asked.

"Shall you be on guard to-night ?" "Yes.