As I had planned, so it had come about.

Once more I was crossing the meadow in the dark to be received at Cocheforet, a welcome guest.
The frogs croaked in the pool and a bat swooped round us in circles; and surely never--never, I thought, with a kind of exultation in my breast--had man been placed in a stranger position.
Somewhere in the black wood behind us--probably in the outskirts of the village--lurked M.de Cocheforet.

In the great house before us, outlined by a score of lighted windows, were the soldiers come from Auch to take him.

Between the two, moving side by side in the darkness, in a silence which each found to be eloquent, were Mademoiselle and I: she who knew so much, I who knew all--all but one little thing! We reached the house, and I suggested that she should steal in first by the way she had come out, and that I should wait a little and knock at the door when she had had time to explain matters to Clon.
'They do not let me see Clon,' she answered slowly.
'Then your woman must tell him,' I rejoined, 'or he may do something and betray me.' 'They will not let our women come to us.' 'What ?' I cried, astonished.

'But this is infamous.