“Oh! I’m in no hurry. But we’re almost there, monsieur, we’re almost there. Ah! how my heart thumps!”
I felt that she was really trembling, and, to encourage her, I took one of her hands and pressed it. She made no resistance, she was thinking of nothing but her mother.
At last we reached Rue Sainte-Marguerite; Nicette dared not go any farther.
“There’s the place, monsieur,” she said; “that house next to the porte cochère.”
“Well, let us go there.”
“Oh! wait just a minute, till I can breathe!”
“Why are you so frightened? Am I not here?”
“Pardine! perhaps mother won’t even let you in!”
“We will make her listen to reason.”
“That will be hard.”