"Number 59."
"And Michel lives at Number 57!" exclaimed Valentine.
"Michel!" exclaimed M. de Luceval, in his turn. "Michel Renaud?"
"Yes, your cousin. He has a room on the fourth floor, at Number 57. I had just satisfied myself of that fact yesterday when I met you."
"And my wife lives on the same floor in the adjoining house," said M. de Luceval.
Then, feeling Valentine's arm tremble convulsively, he added:
"What is the matter, madame? Are you faint?"
"Pardon me, monsieur,—but it—it is the cold, I think,—that—that makes me feel so strangely. I can scarcely stand,—and my head seems to be going around and around."
"Have a little courage, madame. Let us try to reach that shop there at the corner of the quay."
"I'll try, monsieur," replied Valentine, faintly.