"Your dear godmamma thanks you, and you must run to catch that diligence.

_Au revoir_ till Sunday afternoon.

Do not trouble about the hour, you will know exactly when to start.

Now go." She made a movement of her big, white hand, with the result that Godfrey felt like a spring which had been suddenly released.

Next instant, still pursued by that gurgling laughter, he was running hard towards the diligence.
Fortunately the Pasteur was so full of talk about the house and his business with the notary, that there was no need for Godfrey to speak in the coach, or indeed at dinner.