"And even, what?"
"And even in great haste. She seemed excited, looking behind her, as if she did not wish to be seen by the pleasure-party."
"What pleasure-party?" asked Olivier excitedly.
"A pleasure-party of citoyens and citoyennes, who were picnicking on the grass at the cross-roads of la Chèvre, and who seemed to know all about the arrest, for one of the agents went to speak to them afterwards."
"And who were they?" asked Olivier, thinking he was on the track at last.
"Indeed, citoyen, I do not know."
"Are they still there?" inquired Olivier, with a ray of hope.
"Oh! they have been gone a long time."
"In what direction?"
"I cannot say."