CHAPTER XV
Catherine, going downstairs, found Peyrol still at the well. He seemed to be looking into it with extreme interest.
“ Your coffee is ready, Peyrol,” she shouted to him from the doorway.
He turned very sharply like a man surprised and came along smiling.
“ That’s pleasant news, Mademoiselle Catherine,” he said. “You are down early.”
“ Yes,” she admitted, “but you too, Peyrol. Is Michel about? Let him come and have some coffee too.”
“ Michel’s at the tartane. Perhaps you don’t know that she is going to make a little voyage.” He drank a mouthful of coffee and took a bite out of a slice of bread. He was hungry. He had been up all night and had even had a conversation with Citizen Scevola. He had also done some work with Michel after daylight; however, there had not bee
