"To-morrow morning, baron, I will myself sound the _reveille_" said the Marquis; "but before that, let me sound the good-night." And Létorière, taking from the wall the governor's trumpet, gave this last flourish with such perfection, with such a bold and free hunting air, that the baron enthusiastically cried: "In the thirty years I've hunted, I never heard so fine a trumpeter." "That is easily enough explained, baron; it is because you have never heard yourself sound it. Your trumpet is so true that you cannot help being master of this noble science. But until to-morrow,--baron, good-night, and above all, don't dream of water, or sour wine, or empty bottles." "Good-night, Marquis!" The baron called Selbitz, and ordered him to conduct his guest to the rat-chamber already described, in which a great fire had been lighted. Létorière, fatigued with his journey, slept soundly enough, and the baron did the same, after having several times remarked to Selbitz and Erhard, in giving them their orders for the next day, that it was a pity that this young man was a Frenchman, for he was quite worthy of having been born in Germany. CHAPTER XII CONFIDENCES The next day, on rising, the baron learned from Selbitz that the Marquis had set out at daylight with Erhard Trusches, for the woods, and had charged the major-domo to make his excuses to the governor. "Who would have thought, considering the reputation of the Marquis, to find him such a hard huntsman and drinker, Selbitz? For, do you know, he was ahead of me at table, and we valiantly emptied our tankards," said the baron. "Yes, my lord, and he went up to the rat-chamber with as firm a step as if he had drunk nothing but a little whey for supper." "Well, well," said the baron, receiving from the hands of his major-domo what was necessary to dress himself for the chase, "well, Selbitz, we must allow that, after all, the Marquis is a brave and worthy gentleman, and besides, is gay enough to rejoice your heart! What good stories he told us. . . . I wish he was going to pass several days at the castle! for, on my faith, he's a most agreeable companion. Although there is more than twenty years difference in our ages, we seem to be old acquaintances; in short, if he were not an acquaintance of yesterday, I should say--and devil take me if I know why--I should say, Selbitz, that I feel a great friendship for him; faith, I like frank and open characters,--there's nothing equal to them!" After hastily eating a slice of cold venison, a porringer of beer-soup, and drinking two pints of Rhine wine, the baron mounted his horse, and soon reached the rendezvous which he had appointed with Erhard Trusches, in one of the cross-ways of the forest. He found there his huntsman, his servant, and the pack. Erhard Trusches appeared sad and absorbed; the baron, surprised at not seeing Létorière at the rendezvous, questioned Erhard about him.