"My sabre and pistols."
The innkeeper went for a pail of water; and while he was watering the horse he contemplated the traveller, saying to himself, "He looks like a priest, all the same."
The rider continued,—
"You say there is fighting at Dol?"
"Yes. They are just about ready to begin."
"Who is fighting?"
"One ci-devant against another."
"How is that?"
"I mean that the ci-devant who is a Republican is fighting against another who takes sides with the king."
"But there is no longer a king."