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If Monsieur de Jayat had interested himself in the young officer, the latter, in turn, had made inquiries about him, asking who he was, whether he came habitually to the hotel, and whether he would be willing to sell his horse.
These four aliases hid, as the reader will remember, the real names of the Baron de Sainte-Hermine, the Comte de Jayat, the Vicomte de Valensolle, and the Marquis de Ribier. While the evidence was being taken against the four prisoners before the military commission at Besancon, the time expired when under the law such cases were tried by courts-martial.
But Charles shook his head. "That is not an owl, Amelie," he said; "it is the call of our companions. Put out the light." Amelie blew it out while her lover opened the window. "Even here," she murmured; "they seek you even here!" "It is our friend and confidant, the Comte de Jayat; no one else knows where I am." Then, leaning from the balcony, he asked: "Is it you, Montbar?"
"Oh!" exclaimed the landlord, "that's not astonishing; my brothers in the business have a poor lot of horses." "Why, there's our man!" continued Montbar; "I thought I had more of a lead of him." Roland was, in fact, just passing the windows at a gallop. "Do you still want chamber No. 1, Monsieur de Jayat?" asked the landlord. "Why do you ask?"
After breakfast M. de Jayat, who seemed to find time hanging heavily on his hands, ordered his horse, mounted it, and rode out from Macon by the Lyons road. As long as he was in the town he allowed his horse to take the pace his fancy dictated, but once beyond it, he gathered up the reins and pressed the animal with his knees. The hint sufficed, and the animal broke into a gallop.
The landlord had replied that he knew Monsieur de Jayat well, for he was in the habit of coming to the hotel whenever business brought him to Macon, and that, as for the horse, he did not believe, considering the affection the young gentleman showed for the animal, that he would consent to part with him for any price. On which the traveller had departed without saying any more.
"No; for don't you see, Monsieur de Jayat, that if travellers take places from Paris to Lyons, they have the first right." "See, the aristocrats!" said Montbar, laughing. "Apropos of aristocrats, there is one behind me posting here. I passed him about a mile the other side of Polliat. I thought his hack a little wind-broken."
He passed the body of Valensolle, and placed himself between those of Jayat and Ribier. "Gentlemen," said he, "let us negotiate." The hush that followed was so great that those present seemed scarcely to breathe. I understand that." A dreadful shudder passed through the crowd. "Well," continued Morgan, "I am willing to give you that satisfaction.
Arrived at Macon, Montbar dismounted at the Hotel de la Poste, the only one which at that time was fitted to receive guests of distinction. For the rest, from the manner in which Montbar was received it was evident that the host was dealing with an old acquaintance. "Ah! is it you, Monsieur de Jayat?" said the host. "We were wondering yesterday what had become of you.
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