And, without waiting for an answer,
“Let us go,” he said to Mme. Cadelle.
They started but the young woman was far from being in her usual spirits. It was clear that she was regretting bitterly having gone so far, and not having been able to get away at the last moment. As the carriage went on, she became paler and a frown appeared upon her face.
“No matter,” she began: “it’s a nasty thing I am doing there.”
“Do you repent then, assisting me to punish your friend’s assassins?” said M. de Tregars.
She shook her head.
“I know very well that old Vincent is a scoundrel,” she said; “but he had trusted me, and I am betraying him.”
“You are mistaken, madame. To furnish me the means of speaking to M. Favoral is not to betray him; and I shall do every thing in my power to enable him to escape the police, and make his way abroad.”
“What a joke!”
“It is the exact truth: I give you my word of honor.” She seemed to feel easier; and, when the carriage turned into the Rue St. Lazare, “Let us stop a moment,” she said.