This painful task accomplished, he laid himself down in bed again.
“Well!” asked Malicorne, “what does this mean?”
“That means that if you are in a hurry to have the letter from the Comte de Guiche for Monsieur, I have won my wager.”
“How the devil is that?”
“That is transparent enough, I think; you take that paper.”
“Well?”
“And you set out instead of me.”
“Ah!”
“You put your horses to their best speed.”
“Good!”