It rolled up the street, a vast machine of wood and leather, drawn by three horses, and drew up at the door of the inn.

Out sprang Rabecque, to be immediately sent by his master to summon mademoiselle.

They would set out upon the instant.
Rabecque turned to obey; but in that same moment he was thrust rudely aside by a man with the air of a servant, who issued from he inn carrying a valise; after him, following close upon his heels, with head held high and eyes that looked straight before him and took no heed of Garnache, came the foreigner of yesternight.
Rabecque, his shoulders touching the timbers of the porch, against which he had been thrust, remained at gaze, following with resentful eye the fellow who had so rudely used him.

Garnache, on the other side, watched with some wonder the advent of the ingenuous-looking stranger, but as yet with no suspicion of his intent.
Not until the servant had thrown open the door of the coach and deposited within the valise he carried, did Garnache stir.

Not, indeed, until the foreigner's foot was on the step preparatory to mounting did Garnache speak.
"Hi! monsieur," he called to him, "what is your pleasure with my carriage ?" The stranger turned, and stared at Garnache with a look of wonder that artfully changed to one of disdainful recognition.
"Ah ?" said he, and his eyebrows went up.