"Really."
"Where has he gone?" Nanon asked.
"That I cannot tell you; for, in very truth, I do not know, madame."
"You know at least in which direction he went?"
"He took the Paris road."
"At what hour did he take that road?" asked the duke.
"About midnight."
"And without saying anything?" queried Nanon, timidly.
"Without saying anything; he simply left a letter, and bade me hand it to Mademoiselle Francinette."