Marie-Anne had come
ahead with her husband!
Now, as they passed on to the brilliantly lighted chateau, David
made out the indistinct outlines of other buildings almost hidden
in the out-creeping shadows of the forest-edges, with now and then
a ray of light to show people were in them. But there was a
brooding silence over it all which made him wonder, for there was
no voice, no bark of dog, not even the opening or closing of a
door. As they drew nearer, he saw a great veranda reaching the
length of the chateau, with screening to keep out the summer pests
of mosquitoes and flies and the night prowling insects attracted
by light. Into this they went, up wide birch steps, and ahead of
them was a door so heavy it looked like the postern gate of a
castle. Black Roger opened it, and in a moment David stood beside
him in a dimly lighted hall where the mounted heads of wild beasts
looked down like startled things from the gloom of the walls. And
then David heard the low, sweet notes of a piano coming to them
very faintly.
He looked at Black Roger. A smile was on the lips of the chateau
master; his head was up, and his eyes glowed with pride and joy as
the music came to him.
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