Moriaz added, in a queenly tone, "You cannot pass--you are my prisoner." She obliged him to turn back; ten minutes later she had alighted from her coupe, he had sprung from his saddle, and they were seated side by side on a rustic bench.
A few days previous M.Langis had met M.Moriaz, who had complained bitterly of being forsaken by him as well as by Mme.

de Lorcy, and who had extracted from him the promise to come and see him.

Camille had kept this promise.

Had he chosen well his time of doing so?
The truth is, he had been both rejoiced and heart-broken to learn that Mlle.

Moriaz was absent.