“Here are those keys,” said M. Rodin, showing to the bailiff a large and a small key tied together.
“Oh, sir! that is different. You come to look for papers?”
“Yes—for certain papers—and also far a small mahogany casket, with silver clasps—do you happen to know it?”
“Yes, sir; I have often seen it on the count’s writing-table. It must be in the large, lacquered cabinet, of which you have the key.”
“You will conduct me to this chamber, as authorized by the Princess de Saint-Dizier?”
“Yes, sir; the princess continues in good health?”
“Perfectly so. She lives altogether above worldly things.”
“And Mademoiselle Adrienne?”
“Alas, my dear sir!” said M. Rodin, with a sigh of deep contrition and grief.
“Good heaven, sir! has any calamity happened to Mademoiselle Adrienne?”