"But, Madeleine!"
"It is unnecessary, Fouchette. I will go and see his—his sister and lead her to him."
"But, deary!"
"And I will go alone," she added, looking at the other for the first time.
Unmindful of the wheedling voice of remonstrance, without another word, and leaving her door wide open and Mlle. Fouchette to follow or not at her pleasure, the miserable girl gained the street and swiftly sped away through the falling shadows of the night.
CHAPTER XIV[ToC]
Jean Marot occupied a cell in a "panier à salade" en route for the dépôt, not so much the worse for his recent exciting experience as at first seemed probable he might be.