I murmured condolence, though in truth I cared, just then, not a straw about the matter.
"So," he continued, "I seized the first opportunity for a little change." There was a pause.

Gustave's mournful eye ranged over the landscape.

Then he said, in a patient, sorrowful voice: "You said the duchess was at home ?" "Yes, she's at home now." "Ah! I ask again, because as I passed the inn on the way between here and Pontorson I saw in the courtyard--" "Yes, yes, what ?" cried I in sudden eagerness.
"What's the matter, man?
I saw a carriage with some luggage on it, and it looked like the duke's, and--Hallo! Gilbert, where are you going ?" "I can't wait, I can't wait!" I called, already three or four yards away.
"But I haven't heard how you got your arm--" "I can't tell you now.

I can't wait!" My lethargy had vanished; I was hot to be on my way again.
"Is the man mad ?" he cried; and he put his horse to a quick walk to keep up with me.
I stopped short.
"It would take all day to tell you the story," I said impatiently.
"Still I should like to know--" "I can't help it.

Look here, Gustave, the duchess knows.