But, at that moment, a sound of voices rose under the windows on the garden-side and Catherine burst into the room, yelling:
"The master! The master!"
And Victor also bounded in:
"Here's the master coming! There he is!"
"Who? Who?" asked Mme. Morestal, hastening forward.
"M. Morestal! There he is! We saw him at the end of the garden.... Look, over there, near the water-fall...."
The old lady ran to one of the windows:
"Yes! He has seen us! O God, is it possible?"
Staggering with excitement, she leant heavily on Marthe's arm and dragged her to the staircase that led to the front hall and the steps.
They had hardly disappeared when Suzanne flung herself upon Philippe: