He had only recognised one of them, old Major Despard, a man who frequented the low wine-shops of Versailles, and whose sword was ever at the disposal of the longest purse.
And where were these people taking him to?
It might be to his death.
But if they wished to do away with him, why should they have brought him back to consciousness?
and why this carriage and drive?
Full of curiosity, he peered out of the windows.
A horseman was riding close up on either side; but there was glass in front of the carriage, and through this he could gain some idea as to his whereabouts.

The clouds had cleared now, and the moon was shining brightly, bathing the whole wide landscape in its shimmering light.
To the right lay the open country, broad plains with clumps of woodland, and the towers of castles pricking out from above the groves.

A heavy bell was ringing in some monastery, and its dull booming came and went with the breeze.

On the left, but far away, lay the glimmer of Paris.
They were leaving it rapidly behind.

Whatever his destination, it was neither the capital nor Versailles.