Finding it would be impossible to get her companion on his feet again, Julia left the inn, after taking a little nourishment, and again went to prowl around the walls of the chateau. "The devil's in that woman," said Chaudoreille to himself as he got into bed, "she would be worthy to carry Rolande at her side." "My good host, put Rolande there, under my bolster. That's it, so that at the first alarm I can get him. Now see that you shut my door, and when my sister Salamalech returns tell her that I beg of her not to waken me before tomorrow at midday." 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 chateau. 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." "Get up, I tell you." "Well, since you will have it so," and Chaudoreille put his two little thin legs out of bed, saying, "It appears that I cannot make her run away." "You will go to the chateau, you will enter the first court, under the pretext of admiring the architecture, and you will chat with the porter." "And if I am recognized?" "By whom?" "By monseigneur." "Do you think he amuses himself by walking in the court? He is with his young captive." "That is presumable." "We will meet here presently and you will tell me all that you shall have learned. For my part, I am going to find my way into the park." After a good breakfast, Chaudoreille started, enveloping himself in a mantle or cloak which Julia had given him, and which was so much too large for him that part of it dragged on the ground; but he admired himself very much in it, and felt himself six inches taller.