"And you never told me!" cried Martin-Guerre. "And I, sluggard! was dreaming away in utter forgetfulness. But wait, wait, Monseigneur, it will not be long!"
"Wait for what?" asked Gabriel.
"Why, for me to make my preparations for departure, to be sure!"
He rose nimbly and hastily, and ran to the door of the house.
"Bertrande, Bertrande!" he called.
"Why do you call your wife, Martin?" asked Gabriel.
"To get my things ready, and to say adieu, Monseigneur."
"But that's useless, my good Martin; for you are not going with me."
"What! You are not going to take me, Monseigneur!"
"No, I must go alone."