"And did he recognize you?"
"Oh! madame," said Remy, with a sad smile, "no one recognizes me."
"Perhaps he guesses who I am?"
"No, for he asked to see you."
"I am sure he must have suspicions."
"In that case nothing is more easy, and I thank God for pointing out our path so plainly. The village is deserted, the wretch is alone. I saw a poniard in his belt, but I have a knife in mine."
"One moment, Remy; I do not ask the life of that wretch of you, but before you kill him, let us find out what he wants of us; perhaps we may make his evil intentions useful. How did he represent himself to you, Remy?"
"As the steward of M. du Bouchage, madame."
"You see he lies; therefore, he has some reason for lying. Let us find out his intentions, and conceal our own."
"I will act as you wish, madame."