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“The Count de Montbron, No. 7, Place Vendome,” said she; “you come on behalf of Mdlle. de Cardoville.”
“I have a good memory,” answered the soldier. “We will meet as soon as possible in the Rue Brise-Miche.”
“Yes, father; have good courage. You will see that the law protects and defends honest people.”
“So much the better,” said the soldier; “because, otherwise, honest people would be obliged to protect and defend themselves. Farewell, my children! we will meet soon in the Rue Brise-Miche.”
When Dagobert, Agricola, and Mother Bunch separated, it was already dark night.
CHAPTER X. THE MEETING.
It is eight o’clock in the evening, the rain dashes against the windows of Frances Baudoin’s apartment in the Rue Brise-Miche, while violent squalls of wind shake the badly dosed doors and casements. The disorder and confusion of this humble abode, usually kept with so much care and neatness, bore testimony to the serious nature of the sad events which had thus disturbed existences hitherto peaceful in their obscurity.