“I will return in less than two hours, and then we can decide what must be done,” said she, as she hastened away.
To obtain an audience with the Duc de Sairmeuse was certainly a difficult matter; Maurice and the abbe had proved that only too well the previous day. Besieged by weeping and heart-broken families, he shut himself up securely, fearing, perhaps, that he might be moved by their entreaties.
Marie-Anne knew this, but it did not alarm her. Chanlouineau had given her a word, the same which he had used; and this word was a key which would unlock the most firmly and obstinately locked doors.
In the vestibule of the house occupied by the Duc de Sairmeuse, three or four valets stood talking.
“I am the daughter of Monsieur Lacheneur,” said Marie-Anne, addressing one of them. “I must speak to the duke at once, on matters connected with the revolt.”
“The duke is absent.”
“I came to make a revelation.”
The servant’s manner suddenly changed.
“In that case follow me, Mademoiselle.”
She followed him up the stairs and through two or three rooms. At last he opened a door, saying, “enter.” She went in.