But courtiers, as she had known them, were gallant and garrulous, and this man was so very quiet and still.

Again she strained her eyes through the gloom.

His hat was pulled down and his cloak was still drawn across his mouth, but from out of the shadow she seemed to get a glimpse of two eyes which peered at her even as she did at him.
At last the silence impressed her with a vague uneasiness.

It was time to bring it to an end.
"Surely, monsieur, we have passed the park gate where we were to pick up my brother." Her companion neither answered nor moved.

She thought that perhaps the rumble of the heavy caleche had drowned her voice.
"I say, monsieur," she repeated, leaning forwards, "that we have passed the place where we were to meet Monsieur de Vivonne." He took no notice.
"Monsieur," she cried, "I again remark that we have passed the gates." There was no answer.
A thrill ran through her nerves.