But mindful of her fears, he dispatched one of the troopers to stand sentry outside her door whilst he and his lackey supped.

That done, he called the host, and set himself at table, Rabecque at his elbow in attendance to hand him the dishes and pour his wine.
Across the low-ceilinged room the four travellers still sat in talk, and as Garnache seated himself, one of them shouted for the host and asked in an impatient tone to know if his supper was soon to come.
"In a moment, sir," answered the landlord respectfully, and he turned again to the Parisian.

He went out to bring the latter's meal, and whilst he was gone Rabecque heard from his master the reason of their remaining that night in Grenoble.

The inference drawn by the astute lackey--and freely expressed by him--from the lack of horses or carriages in Grenoble that night, coincided oddly with Valerie's.

He too gave it as his opinion that his master had been forestalled by the Dowager's people, and without presuming to advise Garnache to go warily--a piece of advice that Garnache would have resented, to the extent perhaps of boxing the fellow's ears--he determined, there and then, to keep a close watch upon his master, and under no circumstances, if possible, permit him to leave the Sucking Calf that night.
The host returned, bearing a platter on which there steamed a ragout that gave out an appetizing odour; his wife followed with other dishes and a bottle of Armagnac under her arm.