"Oui, monsieur," answered the clerk, without quite understanding the question, "il faut venir à six heures."
"And when does it start?"
"What you ask, sare?"
"She—the diligence—at what o'clock does it start for Gren-haub?"
"I do tell de sare at de six of de hours dis evening."
"We'll be here a quarter afore it then: never was late for anything in my life. Gren-haub's a little place, I suppose, sir, as it's not in my guide-book?"
"Comme ça," said the clerk, shrugging his shoulders. "She's not von Lyon."
"Who's she?" exclaimed the bewildered Mr. Dundyke; "who's not a lion?"
"Gren-haub, sare. I thought you did ask about her."