He fancied every minute that he heard some one at the door.

The day was just beginning to glimmer through the shutters when the door did actually open.

Michel and Jacques were returning, and this is what had happened to them: They had each gone to his post, Michel at the inn door, Jacques to the junction of the roads.

Twenty paces from the door Michel had met Pierre, and three words sufficed to show him that M.de Valensolle was still at the inn.

The latter had announced that, as he had a long journey before him, he would let his horse rest and would not start until nightfall.
Pierre did not doubt that he was going to Geneva, as he said.
Michel proposed a glass of wine to Pierre.