"Not to go and inspect his supply of grain before seeing Monsieur Dupont," Jeanike completed the sentence. "Is that it, monsieur?"
"Exactly," the latter answered. "Good-bye, my child." So saying, he went away in hot haste.
"Well, now, Monsieur Lebrenn, it seems, is also a groceryman," observed Gildas in amazement to his companion. "He seems to keep supplies of grain in store."
"That's the first I heard of it."
"And that man! He looked very much disconcerted. Did you notice him? Oh, Jeanike! There is no doubt about it, this is a puzzling sort of a house."
"You have just landed from the country. Everything surprises you. But let me finish my story about the dragoon."
"The story of that sparrow-hawk with gold epaulettes and a cockade in his hat, who stopped to look at you through the show-window, Jeanike?"
"It was not me he looked at."
"Whom, then?"
"Mademoiselle Velleda."