The two men sat there, toasting each other more and more gaily as the red nectar fell lower in the long bottle, until[90] finally, perceiving his host to be in a confidential mood, Paul questioned him about tourist travel. [90] "Ah! Monsieur! May the bon Dieu bless you! You are the first to visit us this summer. It is early yet. But soon they will come to see our wonderful cathedral, and stay a day or two with us." Paul's spirits drooped again at this information, but for an hour after finishing his demi-tasse he lingered at the table, hoping for some clue, while Monsieur le Propriétaire chattered on. There was indeed but little to amuse the traveller in Langres, after the cathedral, beyond the quaint streets and the beautiful old timber-framed houses. Doubtless Monsieur Verdayne—he did not know Paul's title—would wish to see the cathedral that very afternoon; it would be pleasant to go to vespers. A[91] little later for himself, he would recommend another walk to the ramparts to see the sun-set. [91] Meanwhile, he knew of some truly marvellous Chartreuse in the cellar below. Would not Monsieur compliment him by tasting it? Monsieur would, with much pleasure; and accordingly a dusty bottle was soon forthcoming. So another slow hour wore away. And again, in the cool of the afternoon, Paul ventured forth on another tour of inspection. This time the search was successful. In a narrow street he discovered a small hotel which went by the name of the République. Here his question put to the plump Madame who opened the door, at once kindled interest. "Yes, there was most decidedly a Russian lady staying there—a young Russian[92] lady of most distinguished appearance. She had arrived about noon on the day before, and said she intended to stay there for a couple of days, as she expected friends." [92] "Had the friends arrived?" "No, not as yet. Perhaps Monsieur was the friend for whom she waited?" Verdayne was hardly prepared for this, and found the situation a trifle awkward to explain.
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