‘And when do we breakfast?’
‘At seven, sir.’
‘The devil! another hour—
“Why, soldiers, why Should we be——-”
I say, François, what horse do they mean for Mademoiselle Laura to-day?’
‘The mare she rode on Wednesday, sir. Mademoiselle liked her very much.’
‘And what have they ordered for the stranger that came the night before last—the gentleman who was robbed——’
‘I know, I know, sir; the roan, with the cut on her knee.’
‘Why, she’s a mad one! she’s a runaway!’
‘So she is, sir; but then monsieur is an Englishman, and the count says he ‘ll soon tame the roan filly.’