“I don’t know what Pacheco wants. Perhaps he’s tired of riding on the box.”
“Don’t leave me alone with him,” murmured the Countess.
“Never fear; Pacheco is absolutely a gentleman, and will take no undue liberties....”
“That makes no difference.”
“Then I shall tell him of your wish. If you want to be alone, tell me, and I’ll ride on the box.”
“No, no: I prefer you to ride with me.”
Pacheco jumped down from the box, and coming up to Quentin, said:
“It seems to me that I have done my duty like a man, and that it’s your turn to take my place on the box.”
“That’s what I think. Come, I’m going to present you to the Countess.”
Quentin opened the carriage door and said: