"He saw the Comte de Bonneville, disguised as a peasant, enter the château de Souday last night, and with the count was another little peasant, whom he thinks was a woman--"
"What next?"
"Next! why there's no doubt, general."
"Go on, monsieur; I am all impatience," said the general, in the calmest tone.
"I mean to say that in my opinion the woman is no other than the one we have been told to look out for,--namely, the princess."
"There may be no doubt for you; there are a dozen doubts for me."
"Why so, general?"
"Because I, too, have had some confidences."
"Voluntary or involuntary?"
"Who knows, with these people?"