And bustle, man, bustle, or I will find something to quicken you!' In a moment--'And M.le Capitaine's riding-boots ?' 'Place them in the passage,' I replied.
'Oh! in the passage ?' He paused, looking at them in doubt.
'Yes, booby; in the passage.' 'And the cloaks, Monsieur ?' 'There is a bush handy outside the window.

Let them air.' 'Ohe, the bush?
Well, to be sure they are damp.

But--yes, yes, Monsieur, it is done.

And the bolsters ?' 'There also,' I said harshly.

'Throw them out.