Of course, it may have returned to the stables by another road.

But it was not unusual for the carriage to take her into Geneva and wait a long time.
I went to bed at eleven, but in the night M.Gobin was restless, and I rose to get him some medicine.

We slept in the front of the house, monsieur, and while I was searching for the matches upon the table in the middle of the room I heard the sound of carriage wheels in the silent street.

I went to the window, and, raising a corner of the curtains, looked out.

M.Gobin called to me fretfully from the bed to know why I did not light the candle and get him what he wanted.