"Bah!" said Gaston, "at this moment I could carry the Bastille itself."
They went on in silence to a lane in the Faubourg St. Antoine; the streets were deserted.
"Now, my dear chevalier," said La Jonquiere, "do me the favor to follow me to the corner of the Faubourg."
"I would follow you to—"
"Not so far, if you please; for safety's sake we will each go our own way."
"What carriage is that?"
"Mine."
"How! yours?"——"Yes."
"Peste! my dear captain: four horses! you travel like a prince!"
"Three horses; one is for you."