"Elise! You!"
"Yes! why not? You found him? The commandant?"
"At your command, but—"
"And learned all?"
"All he could tell."
"It is reported at the castle that the man escaped!" quickly.
"It is true. But," in a voice of languid surprise, "I believe you are glad—"
"No, no!" She shook her head. "Only," a smile curved her lips, "Beppo will be so disappointed! Now," seating herself lightly on the low wall of the giant rampart, "tell me all you have learned about this Black Seigneur."
The Marquis, considered; with certain reservations obeyed. At the conclusion of his narrative, she spoke no word and he turned to her inquiringly. Her brows were knit; her eyes down-bent. A moment he regarded her in silence; then she looked up at him suddenly.
"I wonder," she said, her face bathed in the moonlight, "if—if it was this Black Seigneur I danced with?"