It was a long time before they were to see each other again, and the drama that was to bring them face to face once more was destined to be as thrilling as that at Ticonderoga.
The next night came heavy and dark, and Robert, who continued to be treated with singular forbearance, wandered toward Lake Champlain, which lay pale and shadowy under the thick dusk.

No one stopped him.
The sentinels seemed to have business elsewhere, and suddenly he remembered his old threat to escape.

Hope returned to a mind that had been stunned for a time, and it came back vivid and strong.

Then hope sank down again, when a figure issued from the dusk, and stood before him.

It was St.Luc.
"Mr.Lennox," said the Chevalier, "what are you doing here ?" "Merely wandering about," replied Robert.