"Come," said Maurice, in a choking voice; "upon what do we decide?"
"We have decided," said the police agent, "to arrest him in his chamber, perhaps in his bed."
"He does not, then, suspect anything?"
"Absolutely nothing?"
"What is the ground plan?" inquired Lorin.
"We have an exact plan," said the man in gray. "A pavilion situated at a corner of the garden, there it is; you ascend four steps—do you see them here?—and find yourself on a landing; to the right is the apartment of Madame Dixmer,—no doubt it is that of which we see the window. Facing this window, at the back part, is a door opening on the corridor, and in this corridor the entrance to the chamber of the traitor."
"Well, with so careful a specimen of topography," said Lorin, "we might, I think, easily find our way blindfold, much more with our eyes open. Come on!"
"Are the streets well guarded?" said Maurice, with an interest which the assistants very naturally attributed to his fear lest the Chevalier should escape.
"The streets, the passages, even the crossings," said the man in gray. "I defy any one to pass who has not the watchword."
Maurice shuddered; all these precautions being taken, made him fear that he had uselessly parted with his honor to add to his happiness.