“The time has come!” said De M— to his fellow-conspirators. “We may now release them from their leash! Let the gun be fired?”
Chapter Thirty One.
In the Hotel de Louvre.
“Come, girls! It’s time for you to be dressing. The gentlemen are due in half an hour.”
The speech was made in a handsome apartment of the Hotel de Louvre, and addressed to two young ladies, in elegant dishabille, one of them seated in an easy chair, the other lying full length upon a sofa.
A negress, with chequered toque, was standing near the door, summoned in to assist the young ladies in their toilet.
The reader may recognise Mrs Girdwood, daughter, niece, and servant.
It is months since we have met them. They have done the European tour up the Rhine, over the Alps, into Italy. They are returning by way of Paris, into which capital they have but lately entered; and are still engaged in its exploration.