The house where Madame Verdon resided was only a few steps from the Rue
de Medicis, and on turning the corner of the Boulevard Saint-Michel the
two friends perceived the mother and daughter on the balcony. The mother
was arrayed in a showy morning dress, the daughter in a dark green
habit. The three horses were waiting in the court-yard, and George
recognised at a glance the animal intended for him, a tall chestnut,
with a spirit of mischief in his eyes. Gabrielle hastened down, and soon
stood beside the young men. Her eyes were shining, her cheeks rosy, and
her lips smiling. She extended her gloved hand to her betrothed, who
pressed a respectful kiss upon it, as she gaily said: "So here you are
at last. I was becoming so impatient. I began to fear that we should be
obliged to abandon our expedition, and I really believe I should have
cried with disappointment and vexation."
"I am truly sorry to have kept you waiting, mademoiselle, and--"
"Come, come; there's no time to lose. Let me mount you, Gabrielle," said
Albert, and in the twinkling of an eye his sister was in the saddle.
The gentlemen then duly mounted in turn, and having saluted Madame
Verdon they rode out of the yard. To reach the Boulevard St. Germain,
the best road to the Bois, they had to cross the Rue de Medicis, where
George resided, and scarcely were they in sight of that thoroughfare
than the lieutenant turned to Caumont, exclaiming: "Why, what a crowd
there is about your door! Can the house be on fire?"
It was not a fire, but something unusual was certainly going on. There
were now two cabs in front of the house, and a policeman was waving back
an eager crowd of people. A presentiment that all this commotion was in
some way connected with Puymirol flashed across George's mind. Had his
friend been brought home, wounded, dead, perhaps? "Try to find out what
the matter is!" urged Albert, whereupon George checked his horse and
spoke to a man who was moving away, exasperated by not having seen
anything.
"Oh! the fools make such a fuss about nothing!" replied the fellow,
shrugging his shoulders. "The police are searching somebody's rooms,
that is all."
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