"I shall go back and act as if you were at supper.

At three in the morning I will be in the wine-shop on the left-hand side of the road.

When you return, give a gentle tap on the window-pane with the handle of your whip." Norbert sprang into the saddle, and sped away through the darkness like a phantom of the night.

Jean had made an excellent choice in the horse he had brought for his master's use, and the animal made its way rapidly through the mud and rain; but Norbert by this time was half mad with excitement, and spurred him madly on.

As he neared home a new idea crossed his brain.