She stood twisting the ends of her apron between her fingers and then, suddenly,
'Monsieur, pardon, I will guide you.'
'Oh! that is all very well,' began Jacques; but I interrupted him, wondering a little to myself what this meant.
'Very well and thanks.'
She dropped a courtesy, and then asked with a timid eagerness,
'Monsieur does not come from the Blaisois?'
'Ma foi! No! This is hardly the way from the Orléannois; but lead on, please, it grows late.'
She glanced up again, a suspicion in her eyes, and then without another word went on before us. We followed her down the winding grass-grown lane, past a few straggling cottages where not a soul was visible, and up through the narrow street, where the sight of us drove the few wretched inhabitants into their tumble-down houses, as if we had the plague itself at our saddle bows. Finally we stopped before a cottage of some pretensions to size; but decayed and worn, as all else was in this village, which seemed but half alive. Over the entrance to the cottage hung a faded signboard, marking that it was the local hostelry, and to the right was a small shed, apparently used as a workshop; and here the smith was, seated on a rough bench, gazing into space.
He rose at our approach and made as if he would be off; but his daughter, as the young woman turned out to be, gave him a sign to stay, and he halted, muttering something I could not catch; and as I looked at the gloomy figure of the man, and the musty inn, I said out aloud, 'Morbleu! But it is well we have time to mend our trouble and make Rouvres; thanks, my girl, you might have told us at once instead of making all this fuss,' and bending from the saddle I offered our guide a coin. She fairly snatched at it, and then, colouring up, turned and ran into the inn. I threw another coin to the smith and bade him set about shoeing the horse.
He shuffled this way and that, and then answered dully that he would do the job willingly, but it would take time—two hours.