The man gave a second glance at the paper.
"The writing is certainly hers," he said. "Ah! if you had only allowed me to accompany you we should have her by this time."
"What does that matter, if you are sure of her later?"
"Yes, true. When shall I see you again?"
"Day after to-morrow."
"Here, or in the country?"
"At Saint-Philbert-de-Grand-Lieu; that is half way between Nantes and my house."
"I hope next time you won't stir me up for nothing."
"I promise you that."
"Try to keep your word; I keep mine. Here's the money. See, I hold it ready, so that you may not have to wait for it."