Five minutes later both the unfortunates lay in a comfortably warmed room, and Fanfaro, his wife, and Bobichel busily attended to them.
"Who can they be?" asked Irene, gently, of her husband.
"God knows," replied Fanfaro; "anyhow, I am glad that they both still live."
But the woman Anselmo had rescued at the risk of his life was not Jane, but a gray-haired old lady.
CHAPTER XXXVII
CARMEN
In a magnificently furnished house in the Rue de Rivoli sat Carmen, the handsome daughter of the bank director Larsagny. She was pensively gazing at the carpet, and from time to time uttered a low sigh.
"Aha, bah!" she muttered; "he shall tell me all."