“But I should abandon my master.”
“Have no scruples; he abandons you.”
“You are a gentleman, M. Chicot.”
Bussy called Rémy. To do him justice, he was listening at the door.
“Rémy, our horses!”
“They are saddled, monsieur.”
“Ah!” said Chicot, “this young man knows what he is about.”
Bussy thanked Chicot once more, and went down.
“Where are we going?” said Rémy.
“Well——” said Bussy, hesitating.