I took leave of my worthy Madame d'Urfe with an emotion which I had never experienced before; it must have been a warning that I should never see her again. I assured her that I would faithfully observe all my promises, and she replied that her happiness was complete, and that she knew she owed it all to me. In fine, I took d'Aranda and his top-boots, which he was continually admiring, to my inn, whence we started in the evening, as he had begged me to travel by night. He was ashamed to be seen in a carriage dressed as a courier. When we reached Abbeville he asked me where his mother was. "We will see about it after dinner." "But you can find out in a moment whether she is here or not?" "Yes, but there is no hurry." "And what will you do if she is not here?" "We will go on till we meet her on the way. In the meanwhile let us go and see the famous manufactory of M. Varobes before dinner." "Go by yourself. I am tired, and I will sleep till you come back." "Very good." I spent two hours in going over the magnificent establishment, the owner himself shewing it me, and then I went back to dinner and called for my young gentleman. "He started for Paris riding post," replied the innkeeper, who was also the post-master, "five minutes after you left. He said he was going after some dispatches you had left at Paris." "If you don't get him back I will ruin you with law-suits; you had no business to let him have a horse without my orders." "I will capture the little rascal, sir, before he has got to Amiens." He called a smart-looking postillion, who laughed when he heard what was wanted. "I would catch him up," said he, "even if he had four hours start. You shall have him here at six o'clock." "I will give you two louis." "I would catch him for that, though he were a very lark." He was in the saddle in five minutes, and by the rate at which he started I did not doubt his success. Nevertheless I could not enjoy my dinner. I felt so ashamed to have been taken in by a lad without any knowledge of the world. I lay down on a bed and slept till the postillion aroused me by coming in with the runaway, who looked half dead. I said nothing to him, but gave orders that he should be locked up in a good room, with a good bed to sleep on, and a good supper; and I told the landlord that I should hold him answerable for the lad as long as I was in his inn. The postillion had caught him up at the fifth post, just before Amiens, and as he was already quite tired out the little man surrendered like a lamb. At day-break I summoned him before me, and asked him if he would come to London of his own free will or bound hand and foot. "I will come with you, I give you my word of honour; but you must let me ride on before you. Otherwise, with this dress of mine, I should be ashamed to go. I don't want it to be thought that you had to give chase to me, as if I had robbed you."