Henrietta shuddered.
“And M. de Brevan?” she asked.
Papa Ravinet looked troubled.
“Ah, I don’t feel so safe there,” he replied. “The man I had left in charge of him has foolishly lost sight of him.”
Then noticing the trunks, he said,—
“But I am talking, and time flies. You are ready, I see. Let us go. I have a carriage at the door. We can talk on the way.”
When he noticed some reluctance in Henrietta’s face, he added with a kindly smile,—
“You need not fear anything, Miss Henrietta; we are not going away from M. Champcey, very far from it. Here, you see, he could not have come twice without betraying the secret of your existence.”
“But where are we going?” asked Mrs. Bertolle.
“To the Hotel du Louvre, dear sister, where you will take rooms for Mrs. and Miss Bertolle. Be calm; my plans are laid.”