He stopped before the door of the cottage in which Georges was sitting. The latter raised his head, listened, and, by way of precaution, laid his hands on his pistols, though it was probable that the new-comer was a friend.
The rider dismounted, strode up the path, and opened the door of the room where Georges was waiting.
“Ah! it’s you, Coeur-de-Roi,” said Cadoudal. “Where do you come from?”
“From Pouancé, general.”
“What news?”
“A letter from Tiffauges.”
“Give it to me.”
Georges snatched the letter hastily from Coeur-de-Roi’s hand and read it.
“Ah!” he exclaimed.
Then he read it a second time,