"Three, sir, so far as I know."
"Men?"
"Men, sir, yes."
"I met the Chevalier in London. I might look in on him now that I am down in these parts."
Jeremy strolled down the brick path to the white fence where a boy was holding his horse. The landlord followed at his heels, staring reflectively at the sturdy breadth of Mr. Winter's back. This was a gentleman who walked very much on his own legs.
"Roads nice and dry, sir. You might be wanting a bed for the night?"
Jeremy paused with a toe in the stirrup.
"I'll keep you in mind, landlord. How far do you call it to Mr. de Rothan's?"
"A matter of two miles, sir."
"If he hasn't a bed to spare, you may see me again. I like a quiet place, and quiet people."