Rosalie Evanturel saw him, but she has no tongue in her head this morning," added Madame.
The Seigneur moved away.

"Good-bye to you--I am obliged to you, Madame.
Good-bye, Lacasse.

Come and fiddle to me some night, Cour." He bowed to the obsequious three, and then bent his steps towards the post-office.

They seemed about to follow him, but he stopped them with a look.

The men raised their bonnets-rouges, the woman bowed low, and the Seigneur entered the post-office door.
From the shadows of the office Rosalie had watched the little group before the door of the tailor-shop.