Nay, I began to be sure that my eyes had not played me false, and that I had indeed seen the face I seemed to see.

If that were so, friend Bontet was playing a double game and probably enjoying more than one paymaster.
However, I had no leisure to follow that track, nor was I much concerned to attempt the task.

The next day would be time--if I were alive the next day: and I cared little if the secret were never revealed.

It was nothing to me--for it never crossed my mind that fresh designs might be hatched in the stable.

Dismissing the matter, I did as Bontet advised, and walked upstairs to my room; and as luck would have it, I met Mme.