"But are we not in Grenoble yet?" Once more he lapsed into silence, closed his eyes and to all intents and purposes fell asleep, for never another word did de Marmont get out of him, until Grenoble was reached and the rue Montorge. Here de Marmont had his lodgings, three doors from the "Hôtel des Trois-Dauphins," where fortunately Clyffurde managed to secure a comfortable room for himself.

The three friends had parted at the porte de Bonne, Emery to go to his friend Dumoulin, the glovemaker de Marmont to his lodgings in the rue Montorge, whilst Bobby Clyffurde rode straight back to Brestalou. A couple of hours later Victor de Marmont had also arrived at the castle.