"This evening, at eight o'clock, I will come for you; we will go to the Rue des Bons Enfants together. To me the locality is eloquent." "Ah! ah!" said D'Harmental, "I see; so near the Palais Royal, he will go on foot. The hotel which Madame de Sabran inhabits has an entrance from the Rue des Bons Enfants; after a certain hour they shut the passage from the Palais Royal, which opens on the Rue des Bons Enfants: and he will be obliged, on his return, to follow either the Cour des Fontaines, or the Rue Neuve des Bons Enfants, and then we shall have him. Mordieu! you are a great man, and if Monsieur de Maine does not make you cardinal, or at least archbishop, there will be no justice done." "I think, therefore, that now you must hold yourself in readiness." "I am ready." "Have you the means of execution prepared?"----"I have." "Then you can correspond with your men?" "By a sign." "And that sign cannot betray you?" "Impossible." "Then all goes well, and we may have breakfast; for I was in such haste to tell you the good news that I came out fasting." "Breakfast, my dear abbe! you speak coolly; I have nothing to offer you, except the remains of the pate and two or three bottles of wine, which, I believe, survived the battle." "Hum! hum," murmured the abbe; "we will do better than that, my dear chevalier." "I am at your orders." "Let us go down and breakfast with our good hostess, Madame Denis." "And why do you want me to breakfast with her? Do I know her?" "That concerns me. I shall present you as my pupil." "But we shall get a detestable breakfast." "Comfort yourself. I know her table." "But this breakfast will be tiresome." "But you will make a friend of a woman much known in the neighborhood for her good conduct, for her devotion to the government--a woman incapable of harboring a conspirator. Do you understand that?" "If it be for the good of the cause, abbe, I sacrifice myself." "Moreover, it is a very agreeable house, where there are two young people who play--one on the spinet, and the other on the guitar--and a young man who is an attorney's clerk; a house where you may go down on Sunday evenings to play lots." "Go to the devil with your Madame Denis. Ah! pardon, abbe, perhaps you are her friend. In that case, imagine that I have said nothing." "I am her confessor," replied the Abbe Brigaud, with a modest air. "Then a thousand excuses, my dear abbe; but you are right indeed. Madame Denis is still a beautiful woman, perfectly well preserved, with superb hands and very pretty feet. Peste! I remember that. Go down first; I will follow." "Why not together?" "But my toilet, abbe. Would you have me appear before the Demoiselles Denis with my hair in its present state? One must try to look one's best--que diable! Besides, it is better that you should announce me: I have not a confessor's privilege." "You are right. I will go down and announce you, and in ten minutes you will arrive--will you not?" "In ten minutes."