“Let me first take you to my hotel, that you may refresh yourself a little, and be fit to see the person to whom I am leading you.”
The count’s people had been very much alarmed at his long absence, for he had set off without telling any one but Rémy. Thus their delight on seeing him again was great, and they all crowded round him with joyous exclamations. He thanked them, and then said, “Now assist this gentleman to dismount, and remember that I look upon him with more respect than a prince.”
When M. de Méridor had been shown to his room, and had had some refreshment, he asked if they should set out.
“Soon, baron; and be easy—it will be a happiness for you as well as for us.”
“You speak in a language which I do not understand.”
Bussy smiled, and left the room to seek Rémy.
“Well! dear Hippocrates!” said he, “is there anything new?”
“Nothing; all goes well.”
“Then the husband has not returned?”
“Yes, he has, but without success. It seems there is a father who is expected to turn up to make the dénouement.”