“Guilo, where in the name of heaven has Monsieur de Serval gone to? I this moment saw him depart on horse-back.”
“I know not, madame. He seemed very angry at something: he swore and muttered to himself as he mounted. I supposed you knew where he was going, my lady.”
“No; I know not. I have no idea.”
“I wish I could tell you, my lady; but master has acted so singularly lately, I am not surprised at anything he does. I never saw him seem so queer.”
“Did the strange men take the same road your master did?”
“No, my lady; they went away before him and took the opposite direction.”
“Very well, Guilo, you can go.”
“Will you be pleased to have dinner served now?”
“What is the hour?”
“Five o’clock, Madame.”