The escort was moving on. The streets were too narrow to have any great throng of carriages, but General Wayne stepped into one. (The hospitable De Moirel House had been placed at his service until he could settle himself to his liking.) Madame Moirel and her two daughters, with Laurent St. Armand, were in the one that followed. Some of the officers and the chief citizens were on horseback.
Then the crowd began to disperse in the slow, leisurely fashion of people who have little to do. Some men took to their boats. It did not need much to make a holiday then, and many were glad of the excuse. A throng of idlers followed in the chemin du ronde.
Pani and her charge turned in the other direction. There was the thud of a horse, and Jeanne stepped half aside, then gave a gay, bright laugh as she shook the curls out of her eyes.
"So you have not forgotten me?" said the attractive voice that would have almost won one against his will.
"O no, M'sieu. I knew you in a moment. I could not forget you."
"Thank you, ma fille." The simple adoration touched him. Her eyes were full of the subtle glow of delight.
"You know what we spoke of that day, and now General Wayne has come. Did you see him?"
"O yes, M'sieu. I looked sharp."
"And were you pleased?" Something in her expression led him to think she was not quite satisfied, yet he smiled.
"I think you are grander," she returned, simply.