It was only by making long detours that the Marquis de Pignerolles reached the house of which he was in search.

Late as was the hour the inmates were up, for the excitement at Louvain was so great that no one had thought of going to bed; and Monsieur Cardol, his wife and family, did all in their power for their guests.
Supper was quickly laid for the four gentlemen; a barrel of wine was broached for the troops, and what provisions were in the house were handed over to them.
"Now let us look at you," the Marquis de Pignerolles said, as they entered the brightly lighted room.

"Ah, you are a man now; but your face has little changed--scarcely at all." "I am scarcely a man yet," Rupert said, laughing.

"I am just twenty now; it is rather more than four years since we parted, without even saying goodbye." "Yes, indeed, Rupert.

I tried to do you a good turn in the matter of the Brownlows.