There was a smaller pair on each gable of the house, also.
During the three months that Joyce had been in Monsieur Greville's home, she had watched every day to see it open; but if any one ever entered or left the place, it was certainly by some other way than this queer gate.
What lay beyond it, no one could tell.

She had questioned Gabriel the coachman, and Berthe the maid, in vain.

Madame Greville said that she remembered having heard, when a child, that the man who built it was named _Ciseaux_, and that was why the symbol of this name was hung over the gate and on the gables.

He had been regarded as half crazy by his neighbors.

The place was still owned by a descendant of his, who had gone to Algiers, and left it in charge of two servants.
The peddler rang the bell of the gate several times, but failing to arouse any one, shouldered his pack and went off grumbling.