"My dear Gilbert, Providence placed you on my road to save me from bother. I know your youth compels you to be obliging: but I am not going to ask anything hard of you—only a night's lodging."
"This rock was my shelter."
"I should like a dwelling better where I could get a good meal and bed."
"We are a league and a half from Pierrefitte, the next village."
"With only two horses that would take two hours. Just think if there is no refuge nearer."
"Taverney Castle is at hand, but it is not an inn."
"Not lived in?"
"Baron Taverney lives there——"
"What is he?"
"Father of Mademoiselle Andrea de Taverney——"