Away in the meadows the lights of his men's torches darted hither and thither like playful jack-o'-lanterns.
"Have you got him, Fortunio ?" "Yes, madame," he answered with assurance.

"You may have his body when you will.

He is underneath here." And he pointed to the water.
They appeared to take his word for it, for they questioned him no further.

The Marquise turned to mademoiselle, who was still sitting on the floor.
"He is drowned, Valerie," she said slowly, watching the girl's face.
Valerie looked up.

Her eyes were very wide, and her lips moved for a second.