This brought their shopping to an end.
They remained three days in Paris, at the end of which time Harry's clothes were delivered.

The following morning a carriage with the arms of the marquis emblazoned upon it came up to the door, and they started.

The horses were fat and lazy; and Harry, who had no idea how far they were going, thought that the journey was likely to be a long one if this was the pace at which they were to travel.
Twelve miles out they changed horses at a post-station, their own returning to Paris, and after this had relays at each station, and travelled at a pace which seemed to Harry to be extraordinarily rapid.

They slept twice upon the road.
The third day the appearance of the country altogether changed, and, instead of the flat plains which Harry had begun to think extended all over France, they were now among hills higher than anything he had ever seen before.

Towards the afternoon they crossed the range and began to descend, and as evening approached M.du Tillet pointed to a building standing on rising ground some miles away and said: "That is the chateau.".