“If some misfortune should happen,” she sighed.
“What are you afraid of?”
“Old Vincent has got all sorts of arms in there. He has sworn to me that the first person who forced his way into the apartments, he would kill him like a dog. Suppose he should fire at us?”
She was afraid, terribly afraid: she was livid, and her teeth chattered.
“Let me go first,” suggested M. de Tregars.
“No. Only, if you were a good fellow, you would do what I am going to ask you. Say, will you?”
“If it can be done.”
“Oh, certainly! Here is the thing. We’ll go in together; but you must not make any noise. There is a large closet with glass doors, from which every thing can be heard and seen that goes on in the large room. You’ll get in there. I’ll go ahead, and draw out old Vincent into the parlor and at the right moment, v’lan! you appear.”
It was after all, quite reasonable.
“Agreed!” said Marius.