“Thanks, put them on the bed; and now tell me, which of the guests of your precious inn occupied my chamber last.”
“Why, monsieur, this chamber has not had a tenant for two years and a half. Then it was occupied by Monsieur de Thumery.”
“And what became of Monsieur de Thumery?”
“He was removed to the next chamber, monsieur.”
“Ah, and is he there still?”
“No, monsieur, he died a month ago.”
“What sort of man was he, this Monsieur de Thumery?”
“A very delicate man, monsieur, and very pious—one who scarcely ever spoke.”
“He never tried to escape, I suppose.”
“Oh, mon Dieu! no, Monsieur, he was as gentle as a lamb. He did nothing but read the lives of the saints.”