She rose, and approached him.

"Surely that is impossible." "I assure you that it is as I say--neither at the post-house nor at any of the inns I visited could I find me a spare horse." "Monsieur," she cried, "I see the hand of Condillac in this." "As how ?" he inquired, and his tone again was quickened by impatience.
"They have anticipated you.

They seek to keep you here--to keep us in Grenoble." "But to what end ?" he asked, his impatience growing.

"The Auberge de France has promised me a carriage in the morning.

What shall it avail them at Condillac to keep us here to-night ?" "They may have some project.