They had been given their directions. Maman was off, walking quickly in the direction of the Place de la Bastille, not daring to run. Marie Josephine watched her until she had almost disappeared. “There is something about you a little like one of them!” The words stayed with her as she ran on toward the rue Royale. When she reached the crowded streets she slackened her steps. She was to go at once to the Saint Frère house and to wait there with the others for Dian. CHAPTER XXIV THROUGH THE GATES Raoul woke up feeling very ill the morning of the day that Marie Josephine went to the house of Great-aunt Hortense and let her mother through the garden door. He had eaten heartily of pig’s feet and apricot preserve, presents to the seed shopman and his family from the market gardener’s wife. Late that same afternoon Dian visited him in his stuffy room at the top of the seed shop. He found him cross and unhappy. His head ached and he could not stop thinking about the pig’s feet and the apricot preserve, much as he tried to do so. He did not have a great many things besides food to think about, and felt at a loss. He cheered up on seeing his shepherd friend, and when Dian rose to take his leave, said he felt better. Dian went out and came back again with some grapes. He placed them in a cracked dish on a table near the oat-straw shakedown where Raoul was lying. “You will be glad of their refreshment in the morning, though you make a face at them now,” he said, smiling. Then he sat down again on a stool near the rough bed. “My master’s friend who knows of medicine saw me, and he says I’ll not be able to leave the city for some days; I have fever,” Raoul said, giving his hard pillow an impatient poke. Dian took the pillow and shook it up, and lifted Raoul so that he rested more comfortably. Then he sat quietly beside him, thinking deeply. “Will your master drive out the cart himself, then?” he asked the boy. Raoul shook his head vigorously.