"I am keeping vigil for Candia, who is in childbirth," responded the old man.
"And is everything going well?"
"Yes, very well."
The door of the habitation was lit up.
"Wait a minute," said Hippolyte. "I want to see Candia."
"No, do not go there now," begged George. "You will see her on your return."
"That is so; I will see her on my return. Good-by, Colas."
She stumbled as she entered the path.
"Take care," cautioned the shadow of the old man.
George offered her his arm.