voice; ‘we will take every care of you.’
“ ‘No; I must sleep at Beaucaire. So, once more, good night.’
Caderousse followed him slowly to the threshold.
‘I can see neither heaven nor earth,’ said the jeweller, who was outside the door. ‘Do I turn to the right, or to the left hand?’
“ ‘To the right,’ said Caderousse. ‘You cannot go wrong—the road is bordered by trees on both sides.’
“ ‘Good—all right,’ said a voice almost lost in the distance.
“ ‘Close the door,’ said La Carconte; ‘I do not like open doors when it thunders.’
“ ‘Particularly when there is money in the house, eh?’ answered Caderousse, double-locking the door.
“He came into the room, went to the cupboard, took out the bag and pocketbook, and both began, for the third time, to count their gold and banknotes. I never saw such an