M. Fournichon, who had heard what had passed, added, “Monsieur, you shall be master here; and all your friends will be welcome.”

“I did not say my friends, I said countrymen,” replied the officer, haughtily.

“Yes, monsieur, it was my mistake.”

“You will give them supper.”

“Certainly.”

“If necessary, they will sleep here.”

“Yes, monsieur.”

“In a word, give them all they want, and ask no questions.”

“Very well, monsieur.”

“Here are thirty livres in advance.”

“Well, monsieur, these gentlemen shall be treated like princes; will you assure yourself by tasting the wine?”

“Thank you, I never drink.”

“But, monsieur, how shall I know these gentlemen?”

“That is true; parfandious!  I forgot.  Give me paper, light, and wax.”

When they were brought, the captain made a seal on the paper with a ring he had on his finger.  “Do you see this figure?” said he.

“A beautiful woman.”

“Yes; a Cleopatra.  Well, each of these men will present a similar one, on which you will receive him.  You will have further orders afterward.”

The captain then descended the stall’s and rode off, leaving the Fournichons delighted with their thirty livres in advance.

“Decidedly,” said the host, “the sign has brought us good fortune.”

CHAPTER VIII.

The Gascon.

We dare not affirm that Dame Fournichon was as discreet as she had promised to be, for she interrogated the first soldier whom she saw pass as to the name of the captain who had conducted the review.  The soldier, more cautious than she, asked her why she wished to know.

“Because he has just been here,” she replied, “and one likes to know to whom one has been talking.”

The soldier laughed.  “The captain who conducted the review would not have entered this hotel,” said he.

“Why not; is he too great for that?”

“Perhaps so.”

“Well, but it is not for himself that he wanted the hotel.”

“For whom then?”

“For his friends.”

“He would not lodge his friends here, I am sure.”

“Peste! why, who can he be, then?”

“Well, my good woman, he who conducted the review is simply Monsieur le Duc Nogaret de Lavalette d’Epernon, peer of France, and colonel-general of infantry.  What do you say to that?”

“That if it was he, he did me great honor.”

“Did you hear him say ’parfandious’?”

“Oh! yes.”

We may now judge if the 26th of October was impatiently expected.  On the evening of the 25th a man entered, bearing a heavy bag, which he placed on Fournichon’s table.

“It is the price of the repast ordered for to-morrow,” said he.

“At how much a head?”

“At six livres.”