“I should like nothing better,” replied Drouet, “especially if they are for sale, as I want a remount.”
“I don’t think that they are for sale; but what is astonishing is that they are harnessed in relays.”
“Where are they?”
“At the ‘Grand Monarque,’ with Father Gautier.”
M. Jean Baptiste looked at us.
“It is well, Victor,” he said; “I will go there after dinner. Have you any other news?”
“No; there is a movement going on among the troops at Stenay, but there is nothing astonishing in that. I should not be surprised if we received an announcement of their arrival here to-morrow.”
“Nor I,” said Drouet.
We finished dinner, and entered into the Rue de la Basse Cour, crossed the bridge, and arrived at the “Grand Monarque,” where we found six horses being carefully attended to by the two grooms.
“Those are fine horses. Whose are they, my friend?”