For the night? Mon Dieu! The proprietor had reckoned upon only a temporary sojourn—for a bottle of wine, perhaps. He had never entertained such a host as this. How many rooms would be required?
"Four," answered Monte.
"Let me see; monsieur and madame could be put in the front room."
Monte shook his head.
"Madame will occupy the front room alone," he informed him.
"Eh? Oh, I understand; a sister. That was a curious mistake. Eh bien, madame in the front room. Monsieur in the room to the right. The maid in the room on the back. But there is the chauffeur."
There was no room left for him, or for the machine either.
"Then he can go on to Joigny," announced Monte.
So Louis went on, and in less than five minutes the others were safely sorted out and tucked away in their respective rooms.
"We ought to get out and see the sun set," Monte called to Marjory as she waved him an adieu at her door.