We found a dilapidated fiacre driven by a still more dilapidated cocher, who, for the sum of six francs, drove us to the town.

At every moment I was overtaken and passed by fiacres laden with trunks and packages, which were hastening towards the Havre railway station.

Nor did she notice that, as the bus passed through the gates at the bottom of the large slope that leads from the Lyons Station, it was followed at a discreet distance by a modest fiacre, which pulled up, eventually, outside the Hôtel Madagascar.