"Well, one to sell me?"
"I have not one."
"What, not a tax-cart? I am not particular, as you see."
"This is a small place. I have certainly," the wheelwright added, "an old calèche in my stable, which belongs to a person in the town, and who uses it on the thirty-sixth of every month. I could certainly let it out to you, for it is no concern of mine, but the owner must not see it pass; and besides, it is a calèche, and will want two horses."
"I will hire post-horses."
"Where are you going to, sir?"
"To Arras."
"And you wish to arrive to-day?"
"Certainly."
"By taking post-horses?"