"That's very strange—not to know his master's destination."
"He knows very little of his master's affairs: he was hired only yesterday, at Sablé. The gentleman was staying at the inn there. Yesterday he engaged this man, and said he was going to travel on at the end of the week. But this morning he suddenly made up his mind to start at once, and came off without saying where he was bound for. Until I told him, the man didn't know that the name of this town was La Flèche."
"And what else did he tell you?"
"That's all. He was only grumbling about having to come away so unexpectedly, and being so in the dark about his master's plans."
"You're sure he didn't say what caused his master to change his mind and start at once?"
"He said nothing more, Monsieur."
"Did he mention his master's name?"
"No, we didn't get as far as that. It was only his desire to complain to somebody, that made him speak to me; and I was too busy with the horses to say much in reply."
"Then you didn't give my name—to him or any one else here?"
"Not to a soul, Monsieur."