"Yes; I have arranged for a passage on a boat that is on the point of starting, and have not a moment to lose."
He ran upstairs to Patsey.
"They have gone on to the carriage," he said. "Put on Louis's things and your own. I will tell you all about it, as we go."
He then went down again and settled up with his landlady, who was profuse in her exclamations of regret at their departure. In a couple of minutes Patsey came down. She had the letter that she had written in her hand. Leigh took it from her.
"I have already settled up with our kind hostess," he said. "Say goodbye, dear, at once, or the boat may be starting without us."
A minute later they were out of the house. Leigh carried Louis, and led the way to a spot near, where two or three fiacres were always standing. He took the first, and told the driver to put them down in a street at the lower end of the town, the name of which he had noticed when he went with Monsieur Flambard to the inn where the carriage was standing.
When he got to the end of the street he told the driver to stop, saying that he was not sure of the number. Paying the man his fare, they walked slowly down the street until the fiacre had driven off; and then, returning, took the road leading into the country.
Ten minutes' walking brought them close to the little inn. They met the carriage coming along slowly, three hundred yards before they arrived there. It stopped at once.
"You are here sooner than I expected, madame," Monsieur Flambard said, as he alighted and helped Patsey.
As she took her place by the side of Madame Flambard, the latter threw her arms round her neck.