"You are not from a town then?" said De Catinat.

"My father lives in New York--two doors from the house of Peter
Stuyvesant, of whom you must have heard. He is a very hardy man, and he
can do it, but I--even a few days of Albany or of Schenectady are enough
for me. My life has been in the woods."

"I am sure my father would wish you to sleep where you like and to do
what you like, as long as it makes you happy."

"I thank you, mademoiselle. Then I shall take my things out there, and
I shall groom my horse."

"Nay, there is Pierre."

"I am used to doing it myself."

"Then I will come with you," said De Catinat, "for I would have a word
with you. Until to-morrow, then, Adele, farewell!"

"Until to-morrow, Amory."

The two young men passed downstairs together, and the guardsman followed
the American out into the yard.

"You have had a long journey," he said.

"Yes; from Rouen."