“You have been always in my thoughts, and that is why I came—because of maman and of you. She is safe at Great-aunt Hortense’s house and Dian will take care of us, but there is something that makes you different. What is it?” Dian brought a loaf of bread on a blue plate and put it on the table. He had already placed a dish of cheese by the jug of chocolate. Then lifting the table, he brought it up close to the chest. “Come and eat and drink. That is the best for now. There is much to tell on each side, for you are not the only one who has had adventures, Little Mademoiselle,” he said. “Yes, yes, I know; Rosanne. I am thinking all the time about it, how Humphrey Trail carried her through the snowstorm to that funny dark alley room.” She looked across uncertainly at Lisle. “There is something I do not know, something you have not told me,” she said slowly. Lisle stood up and caught her about the waist. “Come,” he said, “you are the worst little beggar as to looks I’ve ever beheld, isn’t she, Dian? But we’d rather have her just as she is than the greatest beauty in Paris as it was in the good old days!” He bowed before her as he spoke and, to his surprise, she started the first steps of the minuet. How she blessed those hours after dinner, practicing with Bertran! She hummed the melody as she danced and she forgot everything, even the hot chocolate for the moment. It was Lisle, with his same old half-laughing, half-serious way. She was dancing with him in the secret cellar and, of all the strange happenings of the past week, this seemed the strangest and in all ways the most wonderful. “Sometime I’ll tell you about a mouse,” he said as they went through the graceful measures. “A mouse! What do you mean?” she questioned merrily, smiling over her shoulder at Dian and Jean. “And a cake!” he went on. “A cake! What do you mean?” she exclaimed again. “Come, please, and have the very nice chocolate,” pleaded Jean, and they both came running up to the table. It was a strange supper there in the deep dim cavern in the heart of the earth. Lisle and Jean brought the bed up to the table, and they sat down on it, opposite Dian and Marie Josephine. The hot chocolate in the old horn drinking cups was delicious, and it seemed to the two wayfarers that they had never tasted anything so good as the bread and cheese. “Tell me what you mean by a mouse and a cake, Lisle,” Marie Josephine demanded, but her brother shook his head. “I’m too hungry just now, and I want to know what happened when you found that Jean had followed you. That’s where you left off in your story,” he said.