Monsieur Dauberny appeared in a moment. He was rather tall, but had grown too stout for his height. His face, the features of which were, generally speaking, regular, wore nevertheless an expression of brutal libertinage, and when his eyes tried to express merriment they became sea-green, watery, like those of a wild beast. He appeared to be about fifty years of age; his hair was thick and curly. He was neatly dressed, but seemed to have difficulty in carrying his great weight. He was apparently surprised to find a man in his wife's apartment. However, he gave me a rather curt nod, to which I replied by an almost imperceptible inclination of the head and a manner so frigid that he was impressed by it and immediately bowed again much lower. I confess that I felt incapable of bending my head before that monster. At that instant, the fate of poor Annette recurred to my memory; I remembered her bruises, her horrible suffering! I remembered that shocking scene on the outer boulevards! I felt that I could not remain longer in that man's presence. The blood rushed to my face; I was on the point of giving way to my wrath and hurling myself upon the villain! While I was still master of myself, I took my hat and left the salon. "Are you going, Rochebrune?" said Frédérique. "Yes, madame, yes; I beg pardon--but an important engagement--pray excuse me!" I said no more, but went away, turning my head to avoid bowing to Monsieur Dauberny. What would Frédérique think of my behavior toward her husband--of that abrupt departure? I did not know; but if I had stayed longer, I should have broken out; and before her, in her apartment, that would have been a mistake. Pomponne was watching for my return; he came to meet me, crying: "Monsieur, the old concierge--I know now that she's a concierge--from Rue Ménilmontant has been here, not with the young woman who came once and ran off as if someone was going to assault her--a very pretty blonde----" "Well, Pomponne, well! What did Madame Potrelle say?" "Ah! yes, that's the concierge's name; it had escaped me. She said: 'Be good enough to ask Monsieur Rochebrune to come as soon as possible--to-day, if he has a minute--to my young tenant; for she's in great trouble.'--I was going to ask her why the young woman was in trouble, but she didn't give me time; she went away again, saying: 'I'm in a hurry, I ran all the way.'--To be sure, if she had run all the way from Rue Ménilmontant----" I listened to no more from Pomponne. I left the house at once and hurried to Mignonne's abode. I found the concierge below. "What is there new, Madame Potrelle? Do you want money?" "Oh, no! it ain't that, monsieur; but that poor mother--her child's much sicker. The doctor told me there wasn't any hope, but I haven't told Madame Landernoy that, for it would kill her too, she's so unhappy already! I don't know what to do to encourage her, and I thought of you, monsieur."