He ran lightly down the stairs. When he reached the street he looked around. A man wrapped in a large cloak, a disguise much employed at that time, and wearing a broad-brimmed hat, approached him.
"Well?" he said, quickly.
"It is all right!" answered Robeccal. "She will come."
This man, who was none other than Fernando, the worthy friend of the Vicomte de Talizac, now slipped a gold piece into the scoundrel's hand.
"Twenty louis more," he said, "when the affair is accomplished!"
"Very good, sir. When I undertake anything, it is sure, let me tell you. La Roulante will see to everything."
The two men separated.
While these two accomplices were talking, Francine had reached the Square where she was to sing.