"And the day before."
"I should think so. You came by the way of Domfront and Mortain."
"And Avranches."
"You had better take my advice, and rest, citizen. Are you not tired? Your horse certainly is."
"Horses may be tired, but men have no right to give way to fatigue."
Again the host gazed at the traveller, whose face, grave, calm, and severe, was framed by gray hair.
Casting a glance along the road, that was deserted as far as the eye could reach, he said,—
"And so you are travelling alone."
"I have an escort."
"Where is it?"