“I really believe,” said Lupin, who felt how greatly this threat upset her, “I really believe that, if I am not in time, Gilbert and Vaucheray are done for.”
“Be quiet!... Be quiet!” she cried, clutching him fiercely. “You mustn’t say that.”
“Be quiet!... Be quiet!” she cried, clutching him fiercely. “Be quiet!... You mustn’t say that.... There is no reason.... It’s just you who suppose....”
“It’s not only I, it’s Gilbert as well....”
“What? Gilbert? How do you know?”
“From himself?”
“From him?”
“Yes, from Gilbert, who has no hope left but in me; from Gilbert, who knows that only one man in the world can save him and who, a few days ago, sent me a despairing appeal from prison. Here is his letter.”
She snatched the paper greedily and read in stammering accents: