"Now, a saint--a positive saint could not resist the desire of wishing
to ascertain whether I should come each cold winter night to take up my
station at the garden gate; if I did, the secret involved thereby must
certainly be one of first-rate importance--certainly something as
momentous as the life or death of a man must be at stake. Now, do you
believe there ever was a saint, at least, a female one, who could have
heard that a man's life was in danger without immediately wishing to
know all about it--all the whys and whereabouts?"
"Ah, Madame Grassot, I crave pardon and yield to your superior judgment.
You are, indeed, a first-rate tactician; and I bow, in all deference, to
your skill. Your last stroke was a master-piece of politic wisdom!"
"I think so, indeed!"
"Pray, go on."
"Next day, about four o'clock, I took a hackney-coach, with a bottle of
hot water, to keep my feet warm, as my duty might be a long one; then,
wrapping myself up warm, I said to the coachman, 'Drive to the Quai
d'Anjou, and stop at the last little gate on the right hand!' I was
quite persuaded my tawny friend would not make her appearance. Well,
there I stopped until nine o'clock, almost frozen to death. Nothing or
nobody came near me."
"And the next day?"
"There you are again, M. Charles! so impatient, can't wait to have
things related in proper order! Well, the same thing went on the next
day. I went again in a coach, stopped before the little gate, the lamps
of which shewed a light bright as day. About seven o'clock in the
evening, the gate near which I had taken my station was suddenly opened,
and as quickly shut; however, that was so much in my favour, as it
shewed that the curiosity of the mulatto was at work, and would,
finally, bring her to the point I desired. Still, to my extreme
surprise, the day following produced nothing. There I sat in my coach,
till I was nearly frozen; but, after waiting till half-past ten o'clock,
I returned home almost disheartened. However, yesterday evening made up
for all my former disappointments."
"Quick, then, tell me what occurred; for I, too, have need of being
recompensed for all the tedious particulars you have made me listen to."
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