"Please, sir, don't say a word of this to the Count de Tremorel."
"Ah ha," thought Sauvresy, "there's some trouble about Hector,
that's bad for the marriage."
"I was told, sir," said the beggar, "there would be an answer."
"Say that I will come," answered Sauvresy, throwing him a franc piece.
XVII
The next day was cold and damp. A fog, so thick that one could not
discern objects ten steps off, hung over the earth. Sauvresy, after
breakfast, took his gun and whistled to his dogs.
"I'm going to take a turn in Mauprevoir wood," said he.
"A queer idea," remarked Hector, "for you won't see the end of your
gun-barrel in the woods."
"No matter, if I see some pheasants."
This was only a pretext, for Sauvresy, on leaving Valfeuillu, took
the direct road to Corbeil, and half an hour later, faithful to his
promise, he entered the Belle Image tavern.
Jenny was waiting for him in the large room which had always been
reserved for her since she became a regular customer of the house.
Her eyes were red with recent tears; she was very pale, and her
marble color showed that she had not slept. Her breakfast lay
untouched on the table near the fireplace, where a bright fire was
burning.
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