"No, sir," said Rollo. "At least, I don't know. We'll see."
The landlord of the inn met the travellers at the door, and conducted them up a flight of stone stairs, and thence into a room where several tables were set, and different parties of travellers were taking refreshments. The landlord, after showing them into this room, went down stairs again to attend to other travellers. Mr. George and Rollo walked into the room. After looking about the room a moment, however, Rollo said he must go down and see about a carriage.
"Wait here a few minutes, uncle George," said he, "while I go and engage a carriage, and then I will come back."
So saying, Rollo went away, and Mr. George took his seat by a window.
Presently the waiter came to Mr. George, and asked him, in French, if he wished for any refreshment.
"I don't know," said Mr. George. "I will wait till the boy comes back, and then we'll see."
In a short time Rollo came back.
"The carriage will be ready in twenty minutes," said he.
"Very well," said Mr. George. "And the waiter wants to know whether we are going to have any thing to eat."
"Yes," said Rollo, "we are going to have a luncheon."