“Where is she?” he asked.
“I don’t know; Pierre drove me back and told me not to stir from here.”
“Which way did they go?”
“That way,” she replied, pointing to the causeway.
The captain and Francine then noticed in that direction a line of strong shadows thrown by the moonlight on the lake, and among them that of a female figure.
“It is she!” cried Francine.
Mademoiselle de Verneuil seemed to be standing, as if resigned, in the midst of other figures, whose gestures denoted a debate.
“There are several,” said the captain. “Well, no matter, let us go to them.”
“You will get yourself killed uselessly,” said Francine.
“I have been killed once before to-day,” he said gaily.