The other domestics need not even suppose that you have left the house.

I can get you a horse out of the little stables without any one being the wiser.

I will wait for you on the other side of the bridge." "Good; but remember that I have not a moment to lose." Jean left the room, and as he reached the passage Norbert heard him say to one of the servants, "Put some cold supper on the table; the Duke says that he is starving." Norbert went into his bedroom, put on a great coat and a pair of high boots, and slipped into his pocket a revolver, the charges of which he had examined with the greatest care.

The night was exceedingly dark, a fine, icy rain was falling, and the roads were very heavy.

Norbert found Jean with the horse at the appointed spot, and as he leaped into the saddle the Duke exclaimed, "Not a soul saw me leave the house." "Nor I either," returned the attached domestic.