A Mad Dog It was dark before the carriage drove up to the chateau.

Their approach had been seen, for two lackeys appeared with torches at the head of the broad steps.

M.du Tillet put his hand encouragingly on Harry's shoulder and led him up the steps.

A servant preceded them across a great hall, when a door opened and a gentleman came forward.
"Monsieur le Marquis," M.du Tillet said, bowing, "this is the young gentleman you charged me to bring to you.
"I am glad to see you," the marquis said; "and I hope you will make yourself happy and comfortable here." Harry did not understand the words, but he felt the tone of kindness and courtesy with which they were spoken.

He could, however, only bow; for although in the eight days he had spent with M.du Tillet he had picked up a great many nouns and a few phrases, his stock of words was of no use to him at present.
"And you, M.du Tillet," the marquis said.