"Why so?"
"Because they are fighting at Dol."
"Ah!" said the rider; then he continued, "Give my horse some oats."
The host, having brought the trough and poured the oats into it, proceeded to unbridle the horse, which began at once snuffing and champing, while the dialogue went on.
"Is this one of the requisition horses, citizen?" "No."
"Does it belong to you?"
"Yes. I bought him and paid for him."
"Where do you come from?"
"From Paris."
"Not directly?"