My heart was beating for joy, as it had beaten in the bushment outside Paris town.
I opened the outer door secretly, for I knew the trick of it, and I saw from the thin thread of light on the wall of the passage that the chamber door was a little ajar.

The jackanapes was now fretting and struggling within my surcoat, so, opening the coat, I put him down by the chamber door.

He gave a little scratch, as was his custom, for he was a very mannerly little beast, and the sound of the virginals ceased.

Then, pushing the door with his little hands, he ran in, with a kind of cry of joy.
"In Our Lady's name, what is this ?" came the voice of Elliot.

"My dear, dear little friend, what make you here ?" Then I could withhold myself no longer, but entered, and my lady ran to me, the jackanapes clinging about her neck with his arms.