On the fifteenth of September the girls had to tear themselves away from their quiet retreat at Belle-Isle, and leave Penhouet and all else to travel with Mlle. Frahender, Jean and Maurice to the Château de Montjoie. When they arrived there, at ten in the evening, Esperance recognised the Duke in the distance as soon as the carriage stopped. He was looking out of one of the great windows above the terrace. He was, in fact, awaiting the coming of Esperance. But he pretended not to have seen the carriage and continued to gaze up at the stars. Esperance trembled and her lips were icy cold. Albert had also seen the Duke, and was not deceived by his attitude. He had resolved to be calm, but a sullen, unbidden anger arose within him. When the housekeeper had installed the two girls in a tower of the Château, she left with them a little Breton peasant girl. "She will be devoted to your service," she said. "Her name is Jeanette. Her room is above yours and, when you ring this bell, she will wait upon you at once." Esperance threw herself on her bed, still dressed, for her heart was overflowing. "Ah! why, why is Albert so trusting? Why did he let me come here? Would it not have been better to have run the risk of offending the Duchess?" And when Genevieve tried to reason with her, "I am suffering, little sister," she replied, "I am so unhappy; for the sight of the Duke at the window distressed me. I tremble at the idea of seeing him again, and yet I long for the time when I can give him my hand." "But this is serious," said Genevieve. "I thought you had recovered from all that nonsense, or rather, I thought you would be less affected." She helped Esperance to undress. The poor child let her do so without a word. She slept badly, haunted by dreams and troubled with nightmare. At six o'clock in the morning she woke up feverishly, and rang for the maid. The little Breton appeared five minutes later, her eyes still full of sleep, her cap crooked. "Will you get me a little warm water?" asked Esperance. "It is cold from the tap." "It is too early, I am afraid. Mademoiselle must please to wait a little." "Well, be as quick as you can, please. I want to go for a walk in the park while there is no one about." The little Breton laughed. "You won't run any danger of finding anyone at this hour. What will the ladies take for breakfast?" "Two cups of chocolate, please," said Genevieve, beginning to get up. "Be so good as to make haste, Jeanette, get us our hot water and our chocolate, like a good girl and say nothing to anyone." Jeanette looked in the mirror, adjusted her cap, put back a stray lock of hair, and opened the door. But she stopped, looking at the girls craftily. "Which way were you going, Mademoiselle?" "That all depends. Which way is the prettiest?"