He obeyed me, and a quarter of an hour after we had quitted the hostelry he
was rowing me across the stream, whilst, wrapped in my cloak, I sat in the
stern, thinking of Yvonne.
"Monsieur," said Michelot, "observe how swift is the stream. If I were to
let the boat drift we should be at Tours to-morrow, and from there it would
be easy to defy pursuit. We have enough money to reach Spain. What say
you, Monsieur?"
"Say, you rascal? Why, bend your back to the work and set me ashore by St.
Sulpice in a quarter of an hour, or I'll forget that you have been my
friend. Would you see me dishonoured?"
"Sooner than see you dead," he grumbled as he resumed his task.
Thereafter, whilst he rowed, Michelot entertained me with some quaint ideas
touching that which fine gentlemen call honour, and to what sorry passes it
was wont to bring them, concluding by thanking God that he was no gentleman
and had no honour to lead him into mischief.
At last, however, our journey came to an end, and I sprang ashore some five
hundred paces from the little chapel, and almost exactly opposite the
Ch?teau de Canaples.
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