"And the description?"
"Very close: two young girls in mourning; horse, white; the old man has long moustache, blue forage-cap; gray topcoat and a Siberian dog at his heels."
"And where did you leave them?"
"A league hence. They will be here within the hour."
"And in this inn—since it is the only one in the village," said Morok, with a pensive air.
"And night drawing on," added Karl.
"Did you get the old man to talk?"
"Him!—you don't suppose it!"
"Why not?"
"Go, and try yourself."