“Ah!”
“Do you not see? he has had suspicions, and has feigned to depart, that he might appear unexpectedly.”
“Ah! it is the Duc d’Anjou’s doing, I believe. Have you good lungs, Rémy?”
“Corbleu! like a blacksmith’s bellows.”
“Well! let us run. You know the house?”
“Yes.”
“Go on then.” And the young men set off like hunted deer.
“Is he much in advance of us?” said Rémy.
“About a quarter of an hour.”
“If we do but arrive in time!”