"Monsieur de Polignac's," was the surly answer.
The man started slightly, but no one would have suspected anything but pure curiosity from the tone of his next question.
"Who is it waiting for?"
"Monsieur de Polignac."
The reply was still more surly.
"The roads will be heavy for travelling. Bad enough for horsemen, worse for coaches. Maybe the gentleman is not going far?"
"Maybe not."
"The Breda road?"
"What is that to you?"
"No offence, comrade. A man may ask a question, to pass the time. Bid you good-day!"