"Have you called in a physician?" demanded Maurice.
"Oh, it will prove nothing," said Dixmer; "a momentary delirium, that is all," and he shook his wife so violently by the arm that she revived, and uttering a shrill cry, opened her eyes, which till now had remained closed.
"Ah, you are both here, and Maurice with you. Oh, I am so glad to see you, dear friend; if you knew what I have—" she corrected herself—"what we have suffered for the last two days."
"Yes, we are all here," said Maurice; "have no more terror on that account. But there is one name above all others you must not accustom yourself to pronounce, seeing that at this moment it does not bear a very high repute."
"What name?" quickly demanded Geneviève.
"The Chevalier de Maison-Rouge."
"Have I named the Chevalier de Maison-Rouge?" inquired Geneviève, bewildered.
"Without doubt you have," said Dixmer, with a forced laugh; "but understand, Maurice, there is nothing surprising in that, since it is said he was an accomplice with the girl Tison, and that it was he who concocted the whole plan of escape so happily frustrated yesterday."
"I do not say there is anything surprising in it," said Maurice; "I only say he should keep himself well concealed."
"Who?" demanded Dixmer.