The fellow replied that his horses were in the stable, and that he was not going to put them in; but that I could have post horses if I liked.
“Very good. Get me two horses immediately.”
It is my belief that, if I had liked, Betty would have given me everything at that moment, for she let herself fall into my arms. I pressed her tenderly and kissed her, and that was all. She seemed grateful for my self-restraint.
The horses were put in, and after I had paid the landlord for the supper, which he swore he had prepared for us, we started.
We reached Acquapendente in three quarters of an hour, and we found the madcap count in high spirits. He embraced his Dulcinea with transports, and Betty seemed delighted to find him safe and sound. He told us triumphantly that he had beaten the rascally postillions, and had warded their stones off.
“Where’s the slashed postillion?” I asked.
“He is drinking to my health with his comrade; they have both begged my pardon.”
“Yes,” said Betty, “this gentleman gave him a crown.”
“What a pity! You shouldn’t have given them anything.”
Before supper the Comte de l’Etoile shewed us the bruises on his thighs and side; the rascal was a fine well-made fellow. However, Betty’s adoring airs irritated me, though I was consoled at the thought of the earnest I had received from her.