He has come!" The height of her joy was the depth of Chateaudoux's regret.
"I was stopped in my walk," said he, "but not by the Chevalier Wogan.
Who it was I do not know." "Can you not guess ?" cried Clementina.
"I would not trust a stranger," said her mother.
"Would you not ?" asked Clementina, with a smile.

"Describe him to me." "His face was wrinkled," said Chateaudoux.
"It was disguised." "His figure was slight and not over-tall." M.Chateaudoux gave a fairly accurate description of Gaydon.
"I know no one whom the portrait fits," said the mother, and again Clementina cried,-- "Can you not guess?
Then, mother, I will punish you.

For though I know--in very truth, I know--I will not tell you." She turned back to Chateaudoux.

"Well, his message?
He did fix a time, a day, an hour, for my escape ?" "The 27th is the day, and at eight o'clock of the night." "I will be ready." "He will come here to fetch your Highness.

Meanwhile he prays your Highness to fall sick and keep your bed." "I can choose my malady," said Clementina.