"That is true; still try to come."
"I will."
"That's right. Good-by till I see you again."
The two men shook hands affectionately, and the stranger departed.
So soon as he was alone the count bent again over the map, which he studied carefully: it was not till night had completely set in that he gave up his task.
"How is it," he said to himself thoughtfully, "that Valentine has not yet arrived? He should have been here."
As he finished this monologue he heard a rap at the door.