The old fellow was only too ready to drive me to Avranches or anywhere else for five francs, and was soon busy putting his horse in the shafts.

I sought out Suzanne, got her to smuggle my luggage downstairs, gave her a parting present, took off my livery and put on the groom's old suit, and was ready to leave the house of M.de Saint-Maclou.
At nine o'clock my short servitude ended.

As soon as a bend in the road hid us from the house I opened my portmanteau, got out my own clothes, and, _sub there_, changed my raiment, putting on a quiet suit of blue, and presenting George Sampson's rather obtrusive garments (which I took the liberty of regarding as a perquisite) to Jean, who received them gladly.

I felt at once a different being--so true it is that the tailor makes the man.
"You are well out of that," grunted old Jean.

"If he'd discovered you, he'd have had you out and shot you!" "He is a good shot ?" "_Mon Dieu_!" said Jean with an expressiveness which was a little disquieting; for it was on the cards that the duke might still find me out.