I wished to leave the table, but, placing his hand on my shoulder, he said, “Finish your supper. I am not in so great a hurry, and we have all the night before us.”
Five minutes after, I was proceeding up the Rue St. Anne.
The Hotel de Berry led out of the Rue Neuve des Petits-champs and the Rue Neuve St. Augustin.
I asked for Citizen St. Just.
The concierge threw his eyes over the keys hung on the wall, and saw that of St. Just was not there.
“No. 19, fourth story, at the bottom of the corridor.”
I mounted a dark staircase, and found the indicated corridor, and in that corridor, No. 19.
I knocked; a powerful voice said, “Come in!”
I turned the key in the lock, and saw a young man in his shirt-sleeves, working by an open window at the correction of proofs.
He was so absorbed in his work, that I approached and touched him before he turned round.