“Oh! yez! yez! tese two chentlemens pe fery prave.”
“Oh! my neighbor Raymond’s not like other men; I am sure that he would fight the same way ten times a day.”
Raymond bowed, but said nothing. I fancied that he realized that I knew how his pistols were loaded.
At last, we spied madame la baronne seated under a large tree; her husband ran to her and took her arm, and we walked toward the barrier.
“I haf mooch abbetide,” said Madame de Witcheritche to her husband.
“Ve vill tine soon, matame.”
The couple bowed to us and quickened their pace. I presumed that they were on the lookout for a restaurant; but I noticed that, all the way from the barrier, two huge dogs had been following monsieur le baron, who did all that he could to drive them away, but to no purpose.
“Do those two dogs belong to Monsieur le Baron de Witcheritche?” I asked Vauvert.
“No, I don’t think so; I never saw at his place anything but poodles.”
“It’s strange,” said Raymond; “he must have something in his pocket that attracts them.”