"
"I am not mistaken," I cried; "it is a light that I see between the
branches. Edmee, there is a house yonder; go and knock at the door. You
need not feel anxious about leaving me here; and you will find a guide
to take you home."
"Whatever happens," she said, "I will not leave you; but I will try to
find some one to help you."
"Yet, no," I said, "I will not let you knock at that door alone. That
light, in the middle of the night, in a house situated in the heart of
the woods, may be a lure."
I dragged myself as far as the door. It felt cold, as if of metal. The
walls were covered with ivy.
"Who is there?" cried some one within, before we had knocked.
"We are saved!" cried Edmee; "it is Patience's voice."
"We are lost!" I said; "he and I are mortal enemies.
"Fear nothing," she said; "follow me. It was God that led us here."
"Yes, it was God that led you here, daughter of Heaven, morning star!"
said Patience, opening the door; "and whoever is with you is welcome too
at Gazeau Tower."
We entered under a surbased vault, in the middle of which hung an iron
lamp. By the light of this dismal luminary and of a handful of brushwood
which was blazing on the hearth we saw, not without surprise, that
Gazeau Tower was exceptionally honoured with visitors. On one side the
light fell upon the pale and serious face of a man in clerical garb. On
the other, a broad-brimmed hat overshadowed a sort of olive-green cone
terminating in a scanty beard; and on the wall could be seen the shadow
of a nose so distinctly tapered that nothing in the world might compare
with it except, perhaps, a long rapier lying across the knees of the
personage in question, and a little dog's face which, from its pointed
shape, might have been mistaken for that of a gigantic rat.
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