CHAPTER XII

Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop, and drowse; While night’s black agents to their preys do rouse. MACBETH Meanwhile Count De Villefort and Lady Blanche had passed a pleasant fortnight at the château de St. Foix, with the Baron and Baroness, during which they made frequent excursions among the mountains, and were delighted with the romantic wildness of Pyrenean scenery. It was with regret, that the Count bade adieu to his old friends, al…