"I shall go and get my horse, then."
"And I, mine."
"Where shall we meet?"
"In the open plain: I know an admirable place."
"Shall we go together?"
"Why not?"
And both of them, on their way to the stables, passed beneath Madame's windows, which were faintly lighted; a shadow could be seen behind the lace curtains. "There is a woman," said De Wardes, smiling, "who does not suspect that we are going to fight—to die, perhaps, on her account."