"Bordeaux.—Yes."
"She will know what they mean?"
"Perfectly; and on the faith of those two words she may set out in full confidence; you may say to her that I will answer for everything."
"Come, Pompée," said the viscount to the old squire, who just then partly opened the door, and showed his head in the opening; "come, my friend, we must be off."
"Oh!" exclaimed Pompée; "can it be that Monsieur le Vicomte thinks of starting now. There is going to be a frightful storm."
"What's that you say, Pompée?" rejoined Richon. "There's not a cloud in the sky."
"But we may lose our way in the dark."
"That would be a difficult thing to do; you have simply to follow the high-road. Besides, it's a superb moonlight night."
"Moonlight! moonlight!" muttered Pompée; "you understand, of course, that what I say is not on my own account, Monsieur Richon."