"It's very much like Brid'oison's."
They passed the day waiting for Frédéric, who did not appear. Dubourg was anxious about his friend, Ménard trembled for his pupil, and the innkeeper would have been disturbed about his horse if he had not had the carriage for security.
The next morning, at daybreak, Dubourg appeared at Ménard's bedside, with his hat on his head, and said:
"Come, we must find Frédéric."
"Let us find him, monsieur le baron."
"To find him, we must look for him."
"That is what I was thinking, monsieur le baron."
"That doesn't seem to prevent your lying quietly in bed."
"I am awaiting your final opinion."
"My opinion is that we should start at once. That young man has a face and figure so far from commonplace that we must be able to learn which way he went; he can't be lost!"