"And Florentin and Cognac?"
The boy put his hand into his pocket and held out a slip of paper. I took it and read, "Bon pour 1,200 francs, prix de 2 chevaux, etc."
"Well, thank God, we've got one left anyhow," thought I as I entered the hall. Just then the gate creaked and I could vaguely distinguish in the deepening twilight the forms of mother Poupard and Julia hurrying towards the stables. I followed.
"George! George!" called Julia.
"Well?" came the answer from within.
"George—where's the old man?" queried mother Poupard in excited tones.
"How do I know?"
"Was our horse taken? Can you tell us that?"
"I think so; yes."
"Then why didn't Poupard come back with you and Leon in the cart? Did you see him?"