'I shall go away at once if she doesn't treat me as she ought,' said he, just as they were entering the village.
Michel was silent for a moment before he answered.

'You'll behave, I'm sure, as a man ought to behave to a young woman whom he intends to make his wife.' The words themselves were civil enough; but there was a tone in the innkeeper's voice and a flame in his eye, which made Urmand almost feel that he had been threatened.

Then they drove into the space in front of the door of the Lion d'Or.
Michel had made for himself no plan whatsoever.

He led the way at once into the house, and Urmand followed, hardly daring to look up into the faces of the persons around him.

They were both of them soon in the presence of Madame Voss, but Marie Bromar was not there.
Marie had been sharp enough to perceive who was coming before they were out of the carriage, and was already ensconced in some safer retreat up-stairs, in which she could meditate on her plan of the campaign.