He smiled courteously at Luc.
“It would seem so,” shuddered the Marquis. Beyond the stout figure of the guard, clumsy with heavy capes, he could see the misty lights of an inn, and a group of men standing in front of the yellow square of the door.
“The lady?” he asked. “Has the lady got out here?”
The fellow shook his head.
“There was no passenger save you two from Aix, Monsieur. Some others join us at the next stage.”
Luc glanced at his fellow-traveller, who was chafing his hands vigorously.
“Did you not think that there was a lady in that corner?” he asked faintly.
When he saw the look turned on him, he repented having spoken.
“You have been dreaming, Monsieur,” was the brusque answer. “We have been alone in the coach since Aix.”
Luc controlled himself.