The Marquis entered the inn and looked around suspiciously, but saw no one but Schwann, who stood hat in hand; he did not advance, as the frown of the Marquis was far from encouraging.
"Serve dinner in my room," said Cyprien, and he showed the silent Marquis up-stairs.
When Schwann had laid the table and placed the dinner upon it, Cyprien took him aside.
"You need not come up again, unless I call you."
"Very good, sir."
"And this is not all; please do not gossip about my master. If any one questions you, make no reply."
"What could I say?" asked Schwann. "I know nothing!"
"You might indulge in suppositions, which I advise you to avoid."
"Zounds!" muttered Schwann, as he descended the stairs, "all these airs displease me! I very much prefer my rope dancers to this great lord!"