"He is not here!" he hissed. "Do you understand? He crossed the river to the Faubourg St. Germain at nightfall--searching for her. And he has not come back! He is on the other side of the water, and midnight has struck this hour past!" She stood silent for a moment as if she had received a blow--silent and dismayed. Something serious had happened. I could see that. "He cannot recross the river now?" she said after a time. "The gates--" "Shut!" he replied briefly. "The keys are at the Louvre." "And the boats are on this side?" "Every boat!" he answered, striking his one hand on the other with violence. "Every boat! No one may cross until it is over." "And the Faubourg St. Germain?" she said in a lower voice. "There will be nothing done there. Nothing!" CHAPTER VII A YOUNG KNIGHT-ERRANT. I would gladly have left the two together, and gone straight into the house. I was eager now to discharge the errand on which I had come so far; and apart from this I had no liking for the priest or wish to overhear his talk. His anger, however, was so patent, and the rudeness with which he treated Madame d'O so pronounced that I felt I could not leave her with him unless she should dismiss me. So I stood patiently enough--and awkwardly enough too, I daresay--by the door while they talked on in subdued tones. Nevertheless, I felt heartily glad when at length, the discussion ending Madame came back to me. I offered her my arm to help her over the wooden foot of the side gate. She laid her hand on it, but she stood still. "M. de Caylus," she said; and at that stopped. Naturally I looked at her, and our eyes met. Hers brown and beautiful, shining in the light of the lamp overhead looked into mine. Her lips were half parted, and one fair tress of hair had escaped from her hood. "M. de Caylus, will you do me a favour," she resumed, softly, "a favour for which I shall always be grateful?" I sighed. "Madame," I said earnestly, for I felt the solemnity of the occasion, "I swear that in ten minutes, if the task I now have in hand be finished I will devote my life to your service. For the present--" "Well, for the present? But it is the present I want, Master Discretion." "I must see M. de Pavannes! I am pledged to it," I ejaculated. "To see M. de Pavannes?" "Yes." I was conscious that she was looking at me with eyes of doubt, almost of suspicion. "Why? Why?" she asked with evident surprise. "You have restored--and nearly frightened me to death in doing it--his wife to her home; what more do you want with him, most valiant knight-errant?" "I must see him," I said firmly. I would have told her all and been thankful, but the priest was within hearing--or barely out of it; and I had seen too much pass between him and Bezers to be willing to say anything before him. "You must see M. de Pavannes?" she repeated, gazing at me. "I must," I replied with decision.