They crossed it separately, for it was not only very narrow but also unstable, shaking under their feet and in the wind.
"Look, over there, at the extreme point of the island," said Honorine, "you can see a corner of the Priory."
The path that led to it ran through fields planted with small fir–trees arranged in quincunxes. Another path turned to the right and disappeared from view in some dense thickets.
Véronique kept her eyes upon the Priory, whose low–storied front was lengthening gradually, when Honorine, after a few minutes, stopped short, with her face towards the thickets on the right, and called out:
"Monsieur Stéphane!"
"Whom are you calling?" asked Véronique. "M. Maroux?"
"Yes, François' tutor. He was running towards the bridge: I caught sight of him through a clearing . .
