"Who?"
"Why, the father and son."
"Oh!" said Suzanne. "Philippe too?..."
"Yes, they must have come in late and they are resting. Neither of them has rung his bell yet. But tell me, Suzanne, aren't you going away?"
"To-morrow ... or the next day.... I confess, I'm in no hurry to go."
Mme. Morestal took her to her daughter-in-law's room and asked:
"Philippe's still asleep, isn't he?"
"I suppose so," said Marthe. "I haven't heard him move...."
"Nor I Morestal.... And yet he's an early riser, as a rule.... And Philippe, who wanted to go tramping at daybreak!... However, so much the better, sleep suits both of my men.... By the way, Marthe, didn't the shooting wake you in the night?"
"The shooting!"