“Are you going out?”
“No, only to meet the man who is coming.”
Two or three men had already taken the horses of the messengers into the courtyard. The messengers themselves disappeared.
Georges reached the gate on the street just as a horseman, pulling up his horse, looked about him and seemed to hesitate.
“He is here, sir,” said Georges.
“Who is here?”
“He whom you seek.”
“How do you know whom I am seeking?”
“I presume it is Georges Cadoudal, otherwise called Round-head.”
“Exactly.”