“What is it?”
“I want to know as accurately as possible how the house in which the countess lives is arranged.”
Without saying a word, M. Folgat took out a sheet of paper, and drew on it a plan of the house, as far as he knew,—of the garden, the entrance-hall, and the sitting-room.
“And the count’s room,” asked Jacques, “where is that?”
“In the upper story.”
“You are sure he cannot get up?”
“Dr. Seignebos told me so.”
The prisoner seemed to be delighted.
“Then all is right,” he said, “and I have only to ask you, my dear counsel, to tell Miss Dionysia that I must see her to-day, as soon as possible. I wish her to come accompanied by one of her aunts only. And, I beseech you, make haste.”
M. Folgat did hasten; so that, twenty minutes later, he was at the young lady’s house. She was in her chamber. He sent word to her that he wished to see her; and, as soon as she heard that Jacques wanted her, she said simply,—