They had finished their breakfast. M. de Tregars called his servant.
“Have you been for a carriage?” he asked.
“It is at the door, sir.”
“Well, then, come along.”
Maxence had the good sense not to over-estimate himself. Perfectly convinced that he could accomplish nothing alone, he was firmly resolved to trust blindly to Marius de Tregars.
He followed him, therefore; and it was only after the carriage had started, that he ventured to ask,
“Where are we going?”
“Didn’t you hear me,” replied M. de Tregars, “order the driver to take us to the court-house?”
“I beg your pardon; but what I wish to know is, what we are going to do there?”
“You are going, my dear friend, to ask an audience of the judge who has your father’s case in charge, and deposit into his hands the fifteen thousand francs you have in your pocket.”