'Probably one night only, but I won't make any promise,' George had said to Madame Faragon when she asked him how long he intended to stay at Granpere.

As he took one of the horses belonging to the inn and drove himself, it seemed to be certain that he would not stay long.

He started all alone, early in the morning, and reached Granpere about twelve o'clock.

His mind was full of painful thoughts as he went, and as the little animal ran quickly down the mountain road into the valley in which Granpere lies, he almost wished that his feet were not so fleet.

What was he to say when he got to Granpere, and to whom was he to say it?
When he reached the angular court along two sides of which the house was built he did not at once enter the front door.