They were the lights of Paris.
"See!" he cried, pointing.

"There is the city, and close here must be the St.Germain road.

We shall take it, so as to avoid any danger." "Very good! But you should not ride too fast, when your girth may break at any moment." "Nay, come on; we are close to our journey's end.

The St.Germain road opens just round this corner, and then we shall see our way, for the lights will guide us." He cut his horse with his whip, and they galloped together round the curve.

Next instant they were both down in one wild heap of tossing heads and struggling hoofs, De Catinat partly covered by his horse, and his comrade hurled twenty paces, where he lay silent and motionless in the centre of the road..