“There’s a petticoat under this, I’ll wager.”
However, he packed the valises, paid the bill, and followed his master, who led the way to the suburb.
“We don’t seem to be moving into the fashionable quarter, monsieur,” said Bertrand.
“What do we care, so long as the lodgings suit us?”
“See, there’s the house.”
“It’s a long way from any other. Do you remember that we’re in Italy, monsieur? It looks to me like a cut-throat sort of place.”
“Do you mean that you’re afraid, Bertrand?”
“Oh, lieutenant!”
“You are growing absurdly suspicious. This is a very pleasant house; the outlook is on fields and gardens. It’s very quiet here, and that is what I like.”