"Bless me, I have never seen monsieur with such a wicked face; he drinks—he drinks until it is frightful, and in spite of it all he is pale. He has just asked me for a bottle of brandy and—"
"That is sufficient, Marguerite," said Marie, interrupting her servant; "have you prepared a bed in André's chamber for M. David?"
"Yes, madame, M. David has just gone up there, but old André says he would rather sleep in the stable than dare stay in the same chamber with M. David. Besides, André will hardly have time to go to sleep to-night."
"Why so?"
"Monsieur has ordered André to hitch the horse at three o'clock in the morning."
"What! M. Bastien is going away in the middle of the night?"
"Monsieur said the moon rose at half past two, and he wished to be at Blémur with M. Bridou at the break of day, so as to be able to return here to-morrow evening."
"That is different. Come, good night, Marguerite."
"Madame—"
"What do you want?"