"As for that, you are right enough; for when I asked that same group of women where the young girl was they said that she and her companion had lagged behind and left them on the road."
"What did you do then?"
"Hang it! I put up the pony at an inn, and hid myself at the farther end of Pirmile and waited for them."
"In vain, I suppose."
"In vain,--for more than two hours."
"They must have taken a cross-road and entered Nantes by the other bridge."
"Probably."
"It is very unfortunate. Who knows if such a piece of luck will ever happen to you again? Perhaps you may never find her now."
"Oh, yes. I shall. Let me alone for that."
"How will you do it?"