And what would happen if he made his inquiries?
Inquiries might mean searching, and I carried a passport in the name of Gilbert Aycon.
Such share had prudence; the rest must be put down to the sudden impulse of amusement which seized me.

It was but for a day or two! Then I could steal away.

Meanwhile what would not the face of the duchess say, when I rode up on the front seat! "I--I was afraid I should not give satisfaction," I muttered.
"You probably won't," said he.

"I take you from necessity, not choice, my friend.

Up with you!" And I got up beside the driver--not, luckily, the one who had brought Gustave de Berensac and myself the day before--and the carriage resumed its slow climb up the hill.
We stopped at the door.