"Good Louve, reassure yourself; it is not you who are self-interested, it is I who am grateful."
"Listen, then!" said La Louve, suddenly rising; "it sounds like the noise of a carriage. Yes, yes, it approaches; hold! there it is; did you see it pass before the gate? there is a lady within."
"Oh! goodness!" cried Fleur-de-Marie, with emotion; "I thought I recognized—"
"Whom?"
"A handsome lady whom I saw at Saint Lazare, who was very kind to me."
"Is she aware that you are here?"
"I do not know; but she is acquainted with the person of whom I have spoken and who (if he wish, and he will, I hope) can make a reality of our Saint Lazare castles in the air."
A noise of footsteps approaching rapidly was heard behind the hedge; François and Amandine, who, thanks to the kindnss of Saint Rémy, had not left La Louve, came rushing into the garden, crying:
"La Louve, here is a fine lady with my lord: they want to see
Fleur-de-Marie at once."
"I was not mistaken," said Goualeuse.