"Mademoiselle said that this ring, which I have the honour to present, would inform monsieur of everything," said Carl, stepping forward.
"This ring," reiterated Gray, becoming suddenly interested and perplexed, on recognizing the trinket he had given to Murielle in other days, at the Three Thorns of the Carlinwark, near Thrave; and he kissed and placed it on his finger, for it was a signal with which he could neither delay nor trifle.
What might this summons portend?
Carl Langfanger, who was smoothing down his obstinate forelock, while estimating the value of the victim's habiliments, replied, that by the safety of his sinful soul, he knew not.
Was she in immediate danger?
He did not know that either; but she seemed in great tribulation.
"You have seen her, then?"
"Within an hour, messire."
"Where—and where does she now await me?"
"Near an auberge—The Forester of Flanders—three miles from Bommel; an auberge of the best character, messire."