Frank did not say a single word and the storm soon abated.

A few days afterwards found him walking near "Les Marches," hoping
to meet Adele Rougeant. He was not successful. Still, he continued
his visits, hoping to meet her some day.

He was at last rewarded for his pains. On turning a sharp corner he
suddenly met her. The meeting was so unexpected that Frank's
nervous system was quite upset. He had come hoping to talk to her.
He was to enquire about Mr. Rougeant's health.

But now, his courage failed him. He raised his hat, his lips
muttered a faint: "How d'ye do?" he smiled in a ludicrous manner and
passed on. The young girl who thought he was about his business
bowed and went on her way. "He might have said a few words," she
thought.

Frank was vexed with himself.

He thought of retracing his steps, but after a moment's reflection
he decided not to do so.

The weather began to look threatening. The sun was setting. Huge
black clouds were rising from the horizon while an occasional flash
of lightning announced the approach of the coming storm.

Frank hastened as fast as he could toward the Rohais. But, he had
not gone very far before a heavy shower overtook him.

After all his pains, the only thing which he at last secured was a
thorough drenching.

When he came back home, he was down-hearted. Next morning he,
however, determined to make one more attempt.

A few days afterwards saw him leisurely promenading round the farm
of "Les Marches." It was in the evening and the moon was rising.

He went round by the back of the house through the fields. As he
approached, he saw, on the opposite side to the stables, a small
garden enclosed with high walls. One entrance, on the side of which
he now stood, was by a door. He went towards it. The door was ajar.
He entered the garden. Then, and only then, did he begin to reason.
What if someone found him there? They would take him for a thief.
"I must go," he said to himself; "if Mr. Rougeant found me here,
there would be a fine row." But his lips uttered what his heart had
not dictated, and he remained in the garden. It was sweet to be near
her, it was refreshing to his weary brain to behold the paths which
she paraded every day. He was plunged into a deep reverie, when he
saw a light at one of the windows. It was she. Immediately after,
there appeared another light at the other window. It was he. Frank
only cast a glance at the man. He looked at the slender form