moved on, and it came to half-past 7, she was re-assured to find that
Jacques Gaultier was putting away his tools, and finally left the house,
saying that he had "work for himself at home, but would return the
following morning to finish repairing those rafters that had so suddenly
got out of repair."

Matters seemed better still when her Father said he did not feel at all
himself that night, and that he thought he would go off to bed.
Marguerite wished him "Good night;" and at 8 o'clock found herself alone
and mistress of her own actions. She might now have brought Charlie into
the house, but that she remembered her Father's prohibition of such a
thing; and at least she thought it best and fittest to leave him master
in his own house, at the same time reserving to herself liberty to
control her own actions. This was fair enough.

At about 8 o'clock, as agreed on, Marguerite took her little lantern,
and going round the path to where they had been standing two evenings
before, she flashed the light three times trusting that Charlie would be
able to see it. Meanwhile Jacques had come out from one of the mill
sheds, where he had been concealed, and went quickly up to the room
behind the granary, only pausing on his way to tell old Pierre that he
was there.

We will leave him waiting for his prey, with a dark sardonic smile on
his ill-favoured countenance, and return to Marguerite, who is waiting
in the granary for her lover, confident that "all is well," and having
no thoughts but pleasant ones concerning the coming meeting. Even the
remembrance of Hirzel's absence brings no disquietude with it. Her
thoughts shape themselves into a blessing when her brother's bright
manly face comes before her, and then she bends all her attention to