’Notaltogethermerefatigue，sir，forhermulestumbledto-day，andshefellfromthesaddle。Shefelllightly，andwasupagainwithoutassistance，androdefromuslaughing；butshecomplainedtowardseveningofaslightbruiseintheside。Shespokeofitmorethanonce，aswefollowedyourpartyupthemountain。’
Theheadofthelargeretinue，whowasgraciousbutnotfamiliar，appearedbythistimetothinkthathehadcondescendedmorethanenough。Hesaidnomore，andtherewassilenceforsomequarterofanhouruntilsupperappeared。
WiththesuppercameoneoftheyoungFathersthereseemedtobenooldFatherstotaketheheadofthetable。ItwaslikethesupperofanordinarySwisshotel，andgoodredwinegrownbytheconventinmoregenialairwasnotwanting。Theartisttravellercalmlycameandtookhisplaceattablewhentherestsatdown，withnoapparentsenseuponhimofhislateskirmishwiththecompletelydressedtraveller。
’Pray，’heinquiredofthehost，overhissoup，’hasyourconventmanyofitsfamousdogsnow？’
’Monsieur，ithasthree。’