"It will do; when the time arrives we will choose gloves, lamp, soap, or flowers, as convenient. Will the liquor keep in metal?"—"It eats it away."
"But then, perhaps, the bottle will break?"
"I think not—see the thickness of the crystal; besides, we can shut it up in a covering of gold."
"Listen, Remy! I hear horses; I think ours have arrived."
"Probably, madame, it is about the time; but I will go and send them away."
"Why so?"
"Are they not useless?"
"Instead of going to Meridor, we will go into Flanders. Keep the horses."
"Ah! I understand!" and Remy's eyes gave forth a flash of sinister joy.
"But Grandchamp; what can we do with him?" said he.