"Oh!" exclaimed Henri, springing from the bed to the window, and leaning on the ensign.
"Stay," continued the ensign; "do you see him yonder? He is creeping along the hedge; wait a moment, he will show himself again. Now look toward that spot which is illuminated by the moon's rays, there he is; there he is."
"Yes."
"Do you not think he is a sinister-looking fellow?"
"Sinister is the very word," replied Du Bouchage, in a gloomy voice.
"Do you believe he is a spy?"
"I believe nothing, and yet I believe everything."
"See, he is going from the prince's pavilion to the conservatories."
"The prince's pavilion is in that direction, then?" inquired Du Bouchage, indicating with his finger the direction from which the stranger appeared to be proceeding.
"Do you see that light whose rays are trembling through the leaves of the trees."—"Well?"