An hour later he was a league from Verrières on the Geneva road. “If they had suspicions,” thought Julien, “they will look for me on the Paris road.”
[CHAPTER XXXI]
THE PLEASURES OF THE COUNTRY
O rus quando ego te aspiciam?—Horace
“You’ve no doubt come to wait for the Paris mail, Monsieur,” said the host of an inn where he had stopped to breakfast.
“To-day or to-morrow, it matters little,” said Julien.
The mail arrived while he was still posing as indifferent. There were two free places.