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“Then all is right,” he said, “and I have only to ask you, my dear
counsel, to tell Miss Dionysia that I must see her to-day, as soon as
possible. I wish her to come accompanied by one of her aunts only. And,
I beseech you, make haste.”
M. Folgat did hasten; so that, twenty minutes later, he was at the young
lady’s house. She was in her chamber. He sent word to her that he wished
to see her; and, as soon as she heard that Jacques wanted her, she said
simply,--
“I am ready to go.”
And, calling one of the Misses Lavarande, she told her,--
“Come, Aunt Elizabeth, be quick. Take your hat and your shawl. I am
going out, and you are going with me.”
The prisoner counted so fully upon the promptness of his betrothed, that
he had already gone down into the parlor when she arrived at the prison,
quite out of breath from having walked so fast. He took her hands, and,
pressing them to his lips, he said,--
“Oh, my darling! how shall I ever thank you for your sublime fidelity in
my misfortune? If I escape, my whole life will not suffice to prove my
gratitude.”
But he tried to master his emotion, and turning to Aunt Elizabeth, he
said,--
“Will you pardon me if I beg you to render me once more the service you
have done me before? It is all important that no one should hear what I
am going to say to Dionysia. I know I am watched.”
Accustomed to passive obedience, the good lady left the room without
daring to make the slightest remark, and went to keep watch in the
passage. Dionysia was very much surprised; but Jacques did not give her
time to utter a word. He said at once,--
“You told me in this very place, that, if I wished to escape, Blangin
would furnish me the means, did you not?”
The young girl drew back, and stammered with an air of utter
bewilderment,--
“You do not want to flee?”
“Never! Under no circumstances! But you ought to remember, that, while
resisting all your arguments, I told you, that perhaps, some day or
other, I might require a few hours of liberty.”
“I remember.”
“I begged you to sound the jailer on that point.”
“I did so. For money he will always be ready to do your bidding.”
Jacques seemed to breathe more freely.
“Well, then,” he said again, “the time has come. To-morrow I shall have
to be away all the evening. I shall like to leave about nine; and I
shall be back at midnight.”
Dionysia stopped him.
“Wait,” she said; “I want to call Blangin’s wife.”
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