The Little Old Portrait

"A few minutes later the two men went away. They paid for the wine they had drunk, but said nothing. Pierre breathed more freely when they were gone, and as both he and his two charges were very tired, they soon after went to bed: that is to say, Edmee went to the room prepared for her, and the boys made the best of their corner of the barn. It was a tumble-down old place, and there were several other out-buildings adjoining it; a disused stable was at one end, separated from it only by a wall which ran up as a partition, though leaving a space between its top and the roof. This Pierre happened to notice before he lay down. He was asleep in five minutes, but after some time, how long he knew not, he awoke with a start, something had wakened him, though he could not remember what. He lay perfectly still, and in a moment a sound from the other side of the partition wall, of which I have spoken, caught his ears. It was that of men's voices, though speaking so softly that less sharp ears than those of the forester's boy, trained to distinguish each cry of the wood-creatures, each note of the birds, could have heard nothing.

"`I tell you,' said one voice, `I am as sure as I can be. I knew that insolent tone at once, and when I looked I was certain. The girl too -- though who the third is I cannot make out. That baffled me.'