“Oh, yes! but more glad to see us than ever. He had to show me how he could read, and how he had been allowed to put a new leg to the master’s desk at the school. Sully will make a good carpenter, I think. He is going to make a box for me; and he declares the ants shall never get through it, at the hinge, or lid, or anywhere. How the people are singing all about! I love to hear them. Prince drives so fast, that we shall be home too soon. I shall be quite sorry to be in the streets again.”
It seemed as if Prince had heard her, for, in another moment, he was certainly checking his horses, and their speed gradually relaxed.
“He must have driven us fast, indeed,” said Monsieur Revel. “Look at the lights of the town—how near they are! Are those the lights of the town?”
“I should have looked for them more to the left.” Euphrosyne replied. “Let us ask Pierre. We cannot possibly have lost our way.”
Pierre rode up to the carriage window, at the moment that Prince came to a full stop.
“We do not know,” said Louis, the black footman, who was beside Prince—“We do not know what those lights can mean. They seem to be moving, and towards this way.”
“I think it is a body of people,” said Pierre. “I fear so, sir.”
“We had better go back,” said Euphrosyne. “Let us go back to Le Bosquet.”
“Forward! Forward!” cried Monsieur Revel, like one frantic. “Why do you stand still, you rascal? I will drive myself if you do not push on. Drive on—drive like the devil—like what you all are,” he added, in a lower tone.
“Surely we had better go back to Le Bosquet.”