Then where?
France was wide, and the world wider: my steps were slow.

Where lay the use of the chase?
In the middle of the road, when I had gone perhaps a mile, I stopped dead.

I was beaten and sick at heart, and I searched for a nook of shade by the wayside, and flung myself on the ground; and the ache of my arm was the least of my pain.
As I lay there, my eye caught sight of a cloud of dust on the road.

For a moment I scanned it eagerly, and then fell back with a curse of disappointment.

It was caused by a man on a horse--and the man was not the duke.