"Show your hand," added Ménard.
They woke at daybreak, intensely disgusted to have fallen asleep; but, at all events, Frédéric could not have gone away so early, and they would find him at last. Dubourg called and shouted, but no one answered. He went down into the innyard and asked about his friend.
"He didn't come in last night," said the hostler.
"Didn't come in!" cried Dubourg; "are you sure?"
"Yes, monsieur; neither him nor the horse."
"The devil!" ejaculated Dubourg; "this begins to be alarming. To stay out all night—it's very strange."
He went up to tell Ménard, and that gentleman, after reflecting for fifteen minutes, inquired:
"What do you think about it, monsieur le baron?"
"Morbleu! that's what I ask you, Monsieur Ménard?"
"I don't dare to form any opinion, monsieur le baron—that's my opinion."