"At Three Rivers; a day and a night's ride from here, with good paddlers."
"Good. We shall start out in the morning."
"To bring him back to France?"
"Nothing less, lad. The count has been greatly wronged by Monsieur le Marquis, and it is to be set to rights forthwith. Can you read?"
"Yes."
"Here is a letter which Monsieur le Curé wrote at Périgny. It was from old Martin's daughter."
"God bless you, Monsieur," cried the happy Breton. He would have shouted for joy had not the quiet dignity of the old lackey put a damper on his enthusiasm.
"Monsieur le Comte was well when last you saw him?"
"Yes; physically."
"He is troubled?"