"Nothing--for the reason I have given."
A flash of lightning seemed to strike the spot on which he and Gautran were conversing, and he waited for the thunder. It came--long, deep, and threatening.
"There is a terrible storm somewhere," he said.
"It does not matter," rejoined Gautran, with a shudder, "so long as a man is not alone. Don't mind my coming so close. I have walked many a mile to find you. I have not a friend in the world but you."
"Not even the Advocate?"
"Not even him. He will see me no more."
"He told you that last night?"
"Yes."
"But how did you get to him, Gautran? You did not enter by the gates."
"No; I dropped over the wall at the back. Tell me. It is but fair; I answer you honestly enough. What are you watching his house for? A man does not do as you are doing, on such black nights as this, for idle pastime."