“What can I do for you?”
“How is our groom?”
“Oh! he’s all right, monsieur; they’ve put a compress on his foot.”
“And the carriage?”
“That don’t amount to much—only a matter of a couple of hours. But the man who owns the vineyard where you upset followed after the blacksmith; he wants his pay for the damage you did on his land; he says you pulled up more’n a dozen vines.”
“Good! we have got to pay him because we nearly killed ourselves on his poles; let him have a hundred sous.—By the way, my lass, tell me now what you’ve done with my friend?”
“With your friend?”
“Yes; the gentleman who came with me.”
“Oh! the man that lost his shoes, and that I had to rub so long!”
“Exactly.”