While Chaudoreille slept, Julia made the tour of the park and noticed a place where the wall was broken, and where it was possible to introduce one's self into the interior of the garden; but not wishing yet to risk it, she returned to her inn and tried to obtain some information about the inhabitants of the château. The peasants knew but one thing, and that was, that for the present, their lord was at Sarcus.
"But did not somebody bring a young girl to the chateau, some days ago?" asked Julia.
"When monseigneur is here the house is full of ladies and gentlemen," answered the host; who believed that the brother and sister had come to play their castanets before the marquis.
Julia decided to take a little rest, but the next day at dawn she repaired to Chaudoreille's room.
"Monsieur, your brother, is still sleeping," said the host whom she met, "and M. Malek-Al-de Granada has forbidden that anyone should wake him before noon."
Julia, without listening to the host, went into the chevalier's room. He was sleeping soundly, and she pulled him rudely by the ear.
"Did I bring you here with me," said she, "that you might sleep?"
"Oh, by jingo! how cruel you are, I was in my first slumber."
"Come, get up!"
"Get up? get up? I respect decency too much to rise before you."