I laid the spur to the ribs of my horse and sprang him forward.
As I came opposite the house I saw Scipio by the gate. He was just closing it after the carriage.
“Oh!” thought I, “I may as well be sure as to whom I am galloping after.”
With this idea I inclined my horse’s head a little, and drew up in front of Scipio.
“Gollies! how young mass’r ride! Ef he don’t do daat business jes up to de hub! Daat ’im do. Wugh!”
Without taking notice of his complimentary speech, I inquired hastily if Mademoiselle was at home.
“No, mass’r, she jes dis moment gone out—she drive to Mass’r Marigny.”
“Alone?”
“Ye, mass’r.”
“Of course Aurore is with her?”