“Your husband?”
“Yes; my husband. I want to know what he does, where he goes, and what persons he sees, I want to know how he spends all his time.”
“What! now is that really all you want me to do?” asked Chupin eagerly.
“For the present, yes. My plans are not yet decided; but circumstances will guide me.”
“You can rely upon me,” replied Chupin at once; “but I must have a little time.”
“Yes, I understand that. To-day is Saturday; can you give me a first report on Thursday?”
“In five days? Yes, probably.”
“In that case, meet me here on Thursday, at the same hour.”
The conversation might have continued a few moments longer, but at this very moment Aunt Medea was heard exclaiming. “Some one is coming!”
“Quick! we must not be seen together. Conceal yourself,” ejaculated Blanche, and while the old poacher disappeared with one bound into the forest, she hastily rejoined her chaperone. A few paces off she could perceive one of her father’s servants approaching.