"Since you are determined to go, take my advice. You must be going to Saint-Malo. Now, then, do not go by the way of Dol. There are two roads,—one leading through Dol, and the other along the coast. There is very little difference in their length. The road along the coast passes through Saint-Georges-de-Brehaigne, Cherrueix, and Hirelle-Vivier. You leave Dol to the south, and Cancale to the north, and at the end of this street, citizen, you will come to a place where the two roads fork,—that of Dol to the left, that of Saint-Georges-de-Brehaigne to the right. Mark my words: if you go to Dol, you will plunge headlong into the massacre; so do not take the left-hand turning, but keep to the right."
"Thank you," said the traveller.
And he set spurs to his horse.
As it was now quite dark, he soon vanished in the gloom, and the innkeeper lost sight of him.
When the traveller reached the end of the street where the two roads forked, he heard the voice of the innkeeper calling to him from the distance,—
"Turn to your right!"
He turned to the left.