At the end of about ten minutes, the forester pointed out a light, twinkling at the extremity of a rustic path, bordered with moss.
"You have only to go straight ahead," said he, "besides, the barking of the dogs will guide you.

Ask for Mamselle Vincart.

Good-night, gentlemen." He turned on his heel, while Julien, bewildered, began to reproach himself for not having thanked him enough.

The conductor went along with his lantern; young de Buxieres followed him with eyes downcast.

Thus they continued silently until they reached the termination of the mossy path, where a furious barking saluted their ears.
"Here we are," growled the driver, "fortunately the dogs are not yet let loose, or we should pass a bad quarter of an hour!" They pushed open a side-wicket and, standing in the courtyard, could see the house.