"Henri! Henri! Où est-il donc, ce petit drôle?"

"Allons, Pauline, dépêche-toi, mon enfant, ton père nous
attend!"

"Ciel! j'ai perdu mon fichu et mes gants."

"Enfin."

"The people are going away," says Madelon; and, in fact, in
another minute the whole party, talking, laughing, hurrying,
came streaming out by twos and threes into the moonlight, and,
crossing the road and bridge, disappeared one by one in the
station beyond, the sound of their voices still echoing back
through the quiet night. The last had hardly vanished when a
tall solitary figure appeared in the courtyard, and advanced,
looking round as if searching for some one.

"Madelon!" cried the same voice that Graham had heard that
morning in the garden.

"There is papa looking for me; I must go," exclaimed the child
at the same moment; and before Graham had time to speak, she
had slipped off his knee and darted up to her father; then
taking his hand, the two went off together, the small figure
jumping and dancing by the side of the tall man as they
disappeared within the doorway of the hotel.

A few minutes more, and then a sound as of distant thunder
told that the train was approaching through the tunnel. Graham