“‘No, no,’ said I, trying to soothe him, ‘don’t say that. Here am I, very happy and contented, and could n’t spring over a street gutter if you gave me the Tuileries for doing it.’
“‘"What has that to say to it?’ cried he, fiercely. ‘Our instincts and pursuits are very different.’
“‘Yes, thank God,’ muttered I, below my breath, ‘I trust they are.’
“‘You live at Versailles,’ said he, suddenly. ‘Do you happen to know Antoine Geoffroy, greffier of the Tribunal?’
“‘Yes, parbleu!’ said I; ‘he is my husband.’
“‘Oh, Madame! what good fortune! He is the only man in France can assist me. I want him to catch M. Laborde. When can I see him?’
“‘He will be down in the ten o’clock train,’ said I. ‘You can see him then, Rue du Petit Lait.’
“‘Ah, but where shall I lie concealed till then? If they should overtake me and catch me,—if they found me out, I should be ruined.’