“Your brother,
“Maximilian.”
He then sealed his letter, and wrote the address in a bold hand, which reminded me greatly of his character,—
To Mdlle. Charlotte de Robespierre.
No. 7 Rue Saintange
At the Marais.
I took the letter, and went on my mission.
CHAPTER XLVI.
INSTALLATION.
I have already said that nature had gifted me with strong legs, and it was in days like the present that I appreciated the gift.
As yet, I knew not sufficient of Paris to be enabled to extricate myself from the labyrinth of streets which joined the Rue St. Honoré, and which stretched from the Rue Aubry le Boucher to the Rue Boucherat, so that I spent six or seven minutes in making the necessary inquiries, and at last arrived.
I saw a sombre house in a sombre street. It was No. 7. I mounted a dark-looking staircase, and arrived at the second floor.
Three doors opened on the landing: one of them bore an inscription:—