The other, a man of perhaps thirty-three or thirty-four years of age, was extremely handsome and well dressed, the martial fashion of the day showing his tall and finely knit figure to much advantage.

He sat his horse with an uncommon grace, and, as he rode beside his companion, spoke and gave ear by turns with an easy dignity sufficient of itself to have attracted popular observation.

It was the apothecary's unknown friend.

Frowenfeld noticed them while they were yet in the middle of the grounds.

He could hardly have failed to do so, for some one close beside his bench in undoubted allusion to one of the approaching figures exclaimed: "Here comes Honore Grandissime." Moreover, at that moment there was a slight unwonted stir on the Place d'Armes.