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In that dead hour the drives of the Bois were almost deserted. Between the porte and the first carrefour he passed only one motor-car, a limousine whose driver shouted something inarticulate as Lanyard hummed past.
It was always curiously lonely we rarely met anything or anyone, occasionally a group of wood-cutters or boys exercising dogs and horses from the hunting-stables of Villers-Cotterets. At long intervals we would come to a keeper's lodge, standing quite alone in the middle of the forest, generally near a carrefour where several roads met.
Its front was protected by a ditch, filled with stagnant, greenish water, in which was floating the dead body of a federate, and through one of its embrasures they caught a glimpse of the houses in the carrefour Saint-Honore, which were burning still in spite of the engines that had come in from the suburbs, of which they heard the roar and clatter.
Moreover, one of the party, whose motto should have been halt's maul, had remarked that the camels appeared fewer than before another reason for stopping to count them. Half an hour placed us at a lower and a grander carrefour, abounding in fuel and seducing with tamarisk-shade: its water is known as the Mayat el-Badi'ah.
"Ah, Madame," said the maid, disappointed at having produced so little effect, "it is precisely what I do not know. I come from meeting Monsieur Veelees upon the carrefour. He has prayed me to present the compliments of Monsieur le Duc and to ask at what hour Madame la Comtesse would be in disposition to see him." "Ah, very well," said the Countess. "I will get up, Clémentine."
The rendezvous was at the Carrefour l'Etoile, and when we arrived the hunters and equipage, with the piqueurs and the chasseurs from the neighborhood, who belonged to the Imperial Hunt, were already there. The Imperial equipage de chasse is composed of ten piqueurs, valets de chien, valets a pieds, valets a cheval, and valets de limiers, and one hundred English hounds.
Lorraine did not know, but as often as she gave the riddle up she recommenced it, idly sometimes, sometimes piqued that the solution seemed no nearer. Once, the evening she had met him after their first encounter in the forest carrefour that evening on the terrace when she stood looking out into the dazzling Lorraine moonlight she felt that the solution of the riddle had been very near.
Four gossips were chatting in a doorway. Scotland has trios of witches, Paris has quartettes of old gossiping hags; and the "Thou shalt be King" could be quite as mournfully hurled at Bonaparte in the Carrefour Baudoyer as at Macbeth on the heath of Armuyr. The croak would be almost identical. The gossips of the Rue de Thorigny busied themselves only with their own concerns.
Twice she sprang forward and seized him by the arm, but he shook her off roughly and hastened on. As they entered the carrefour, the girl ran in front of him and pushed him back with all her strength. "Come, now," said the man, recovering his balance, "you had better stop this before I lose patience. Go back!" The girl barred his way with slender arms out-stretched.
"But, if you like, I will write to the Count de Vasselot," said Denise, in the voice of one making a concession. Mademoiselle Brun thought deeply before replying. It is so easy to take a wrong turning at the cross-roads of life, and assuredly Denise stood at a carrefour now. "Yes," said mademoiselle at length; "it would be well to do that."
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