“Yes; but no one saw my face but Madame de Montrevel.”
“Hum!” muttered d’Assas. “Better no one had seen it.”
Putting their horses to a gallop, all four disappeared across the fields in the direction of Chacource.
CHAPTER XXX. CITIZEN FOUCHÉ’S REPORT
On arriving the next day, toward eleven in the morning, at the Hôtel des Ambassadeurs, Madame de Montrevel was astonished to find, instead of Roland, a stranger awaiting her. The stranger approached her.
“Are you the widow of General de Montrevel, madame?” he asked.
“Yes, monsieur,” replied Madame de Montrevel, not a little astonished.
“And you are looking for your son?”
“Yes; and I do not understand, after the letter he wrote me—”