It was in perfect readiness for him.

He set a match to the kindling laid in the grate, and then closed the door into the hall.

The master had come home again, more silent, more mysterious in his movements than before.
Henri finished his scrubbing and his song, and, going down into the kitchen, began preparations for supper.

A long time after, Jules came up from the field, put the goats in their place, and crept in behind the kitchen stove.
Then it was that Joyce, from her watch-tower of her window, saw Brossard driving home in the market-cart.

"Maybe I'll have a chance to scare him while he is putting the horse up and feeding it," she thought.