"My dear Monsieur de Lorge," said Madame, whilst the horses were being changed, "go and bring me a hat which will shade my face more."
M. de Lorge leapt from his seat and made his way to a milliner's shop. The curious spectator followed him, entered the shop with him, came out with him and, touching him on the shoulder, he said—
"My dear de Lorge, Madame la duchesse de Berry is here."
"Well, yes, my dear Jules," replied the person whom he interrogated.
"Where is she going?"
"Into la Vendée."
"La Vendée is overrun with troops!"
"We know it."
"Then why go there? The provinces she is now travelling through afford more favourable chances; Madame can stay in Toulouse in all safety. In a moment's time I will have proved everything.... I absolutely must speak to her."
"Very well, so be it! Speak to her."