"It is correct," she finally said; and taking the key out of her pocket she handed it to the vicomte.
As soon as the latter had left the room, Rolla shoved the pocket-book in her dirty dress, and hastily said:
"Come, Robeckal, the little one might make a noise. Let him see how he will get through with her."
Robeckal acquiesced, and they both quickly left the house, leaving all the doors open behind them.
They had hardly been gone, when a cry of rage rang through the house, and immediately afterward the vicomte burst into the room.
"You have deceived me," he cried, in a rage; "the window is open and the girl is gone!"