He saw with satisfaction the Irishman start in a direction opposite that in which lay the Cafe des Exiles, tarried fifteen or twenty minutes, and then, thinking he could step around to the Cafe des Exiles and return before the expiration of the allotted time, hurried out.
Meanwhile that peaceful habitation sat in the moonlight with her children about her feet.

The company outside the door was somewhat thinner than common.

M.D'Hemecourt was not among them, but was sitting in the room behind the cafe.

The long table which the burial society used at their meetings extended across the apartment, and a lamp had been placed upon it.

M.D'Hemecourt sat by the lamp.