“Madame,” replied John, with assurance, “it is impossible for you to start again in such weather as this; besides, if you did, that would only serve to delay the hour of rejoining those who are looking for you.  Ten of our men, well mounted and provided with torches, shall set out this very moment in ten different directions and scour every corner of Varenne.  Thus, in two hours at the most, your relatives will be certain to have news of you, and you will soon see them arriving here, where we will entertain them as best we can.  Please, then, set your mind at rest, and take some cordial to restore you; for you must be wet through and quite exhausted.”

“Were it not for the anxiety I feel,” she answered with a smile, “I should be famished.  I will try to eat something; but do not put yourselves to any inconvenience on my account.  You have been far too good already.”

Approaching the table, where I was still resting on my elbows, she took some fruit that was by my side without noticing me.  I turned and stared at her insolently with a besotted expression.  She returned my gaze haughtily—­at least, so it appeared to me then.  I have since learned that she did not even see me; for, while making a great effort to appear calm and to reply with an air of confidence to the offers of hospitality, she was at heart very much disturbed by the unexpected presence of so many strange men with their forbidding mien and rough garb.  However, she did not suspect anything.  I overheard one of the Mauprats near me saying to John: 

“Good!  It’s all right; she is falling into the trap.  Let us make her drink; then she will begin to talk.”

“One moment,” replied John; “watch her carefully; this is a serious matter; there is something better to be had out of this than a little passing pleasure.  I am going to talk it over with the others; you will be sent for to give your opinion.  Meanwhile keep an eye on Bernard.”

“What is the matter?” I said abruptly, as I faced him.  “Does not this girl belong to me?  Did not Antony swear it by the soul of my grandfather?”

“Yes, confound it, that’s true,” said Antony, approaching our group, whilst the other Mauprats surrounded the lady.  “Listen, Bernard; I will keep my word on one condition.”

“What is that?”

“It is quite simple:  that you won’t within the next ten minutes tell this wench that she is not at old Rochemaure’s.”

“What do you take me for?” I answered, pulling my hat over my eyes.  “Do you think that I am an idiot?  Wait a minute; would you like me to go and get my grandmother’s dress which is upstairs and pass myself off for this same lady of Rochemaure?”

“A splendid idea!” replied Laurence.

“But before anything is done,” said John, “I want to speak to you all.”

And making signs to the others, he drew them out of the hall.  Just as they were going out I thought I noticed that John was trying to persuade Antony to keep watch over me.  But Antony, with a firmness which I could not understand, insisted on following the rest.  I was left alone with the stranger.