“To-morrow, then. I will have horses ready—I——”
“I must not stay. My gouvernante is waiting for me in the road. To-night——”
“Yes, to-night, Isabel?”
“After the gates are shut. Come to the little wicket in the eastern wall. My maid will let you in.”
“Fanchette?”
“Ah, yes! You know her.”
“Enough to mistrust her. But if she is our friend——?”
“She is always her own best friend, I think. But she will be there.”
“And I.”
“You know the way?”